Chapter 286
Chapter 286
Michael studied the sharp angles of Jonathan’s profile. There was no mistaking it–Jonathan was dead serious.
“Alright then… But if you ever regret divorcing Niamh, you’re not allowed to go after her again.”
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Nocturne Royal Jewels Studio.
The moment Niamh arrived at work, she noticed the odd looks Natalie and Sophia were giving her.
Quentin was curious too, but compared to the burning gossip fire in the girls‘ eyes, he kept himself in check.
Niamh knew exactly what Natalie and Sophia wanted to ask.
If she were just Jonathan’s wife, there wouldn’t be much to gossip about. But she’d never once let it slip, and on top of that, Jonathan had always–subtly or
not–helped her rival, Marina.
The tangled mess between her, Jonathan, and Marina was exactly what drew Natalie and Sophia in.
Still, she was their boss; unless she brought it up herself, neither of them would dare to ask outright.
Frankly, Niamh would rather her team focus on their work than waste time on privileged love triangles.
Just then, a man in a cheap suit–sleazy, balding, and oozing desperation–knocked on the office door.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for Niamh. Does she work here?”
He’d called her out by name, Niamh stood up.
“…Bagot Rivers?”
She stared at the man’s face, stunned.
“Hey now, is that any way to speak? Call me Uncle.”
Quentin, Natalie, and Sophia all gaped at this. They simply couldn’t connect this greasy, shifty man with Niamh’s family.
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But Bagot was, In fact, Gemma’s older brother–Niamh’s uncle by blood.
Not that Niamh had ever acknowledged him as such.
Bagot had started his business with money borrowed from Gemma, but once he found success, he never paid her back. When Gemma fell ill and needed money for the hospital, Bagot didn’t just refuse to help–he cut off all contact, called them leeches, and accused them of bleeding him dry.
Seeing him now made Niamh’s skin crawl.
“I don’t have an uncle. Please leave.”
She tried to usher Bagot out, but he planted himself in the doorway, putting on a shameless show.
“Oh, so you’re too good for your own family now? What is the world coming to! Look at this, everyone–your cold–hearted boss, sneaking her way into high society and leaving her own family behind. I must’ve done something truly awful in a past life to end up with a niece like you. Don’t think you can just cut me off! We’re family, whether you like it or not. Now that you’ve made it big, you could at least toss a little help your poor uncle’s way, right? At the very least, show some manners!”
Bagot’s tirade was giving Niamh a headache.
She didn’t want him making a scene in front of the team, so she led him out and found a quiet café nearby.
“What do you want?” Niamh’s voice was ice.
Bagot ordered himself a coffee first. He waited for it to arrive before answering.
“Oh, nothing much. I just heard my dear niece married into money, so I came to congratulate you.”
Niamh rolled her eyes at the transparent lie.
“Out with it. If you don’t talk, I’m leaving.”
She stood up to go, and Bagot panicked. “Wait, wait, sit down!”
She sat, arms crossed.
“It’s just… well, my company’s hit a rough patch. I’m not asking you for money, no, no… but your husband–he’s Jonathan, right? Maybe you could get him to invest a few million in my business. Once I turn a profit, he’ll get a share of it too!”
