My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Uncle Olsen’s gaze swept over her before settling back on the coffin.”

He hesitated as he observed Keira, his brows slightly furrowing.

Keira was still unaware of his identity and asked, “HandsUncle, what's wrong?”

Uncle Olsen was still frowning.

They had originally made plans to dine together, but then Jodie South arrived, followed by the news that her

daughter had been kidnapped, out at sea.

He immediately arranged to mobilize all the manpower he could in Oceanion, even calling people from Clance, to

search the sea, and eventually, they pulled up a bloated corpse.

The face of the corpse was swollen from being in the water, rendering it unrecognizable.

Jodie South took one look and said it wasn’t her daughter.

However, the police immediately conducted a DNA

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comparison, confirming the identity of the deceased.

Jodie was overcwith shock at the revelation and fainted, remaining unconscious until now.

That old scoundrel Taylor had been by Jodie’s side the

whole time.

Uncle Olsen was there today to represent Jodie and to see her daughter off on her last journey.

It simply wasn’t right for someone to be buried without any kin by their side.

But he had never expected to encounter his young friend in such a place.

He looked at Keira again. “You know Mrs. Horton...?”

Keira pursed her lips, looking down as she lied, “Yes, I'm her high school classmate.”

Uncle Olsen nodded and apologized. “Sorry that | didn’t show up as we planned that day. | had to leave early due

to an urgent matter...”

Only now did Keira realize that she also hadn’t made it

to the meal with Uncle Olsen that day.

Her throat tightened as she waved her hand

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dismissively. “I happened to have something urgent

that day too.”

It was a matter of life and death.

Seeing a flicker of pain in her eyes, Uncle Olsen broached another subject. “You know Mrs. Horton, so do you also

know her mother Mrs. Olsen?”

eira was taken aback. “What about her?”

Uncle Olsen looked down, sighing silently. “I've heard she’s not doing well. If you're Mrs. Horton's classmate,

perhaps you could visit Mrs. Olsen sometime.”

At this, Keira grew anxious. “Mrs. Olsen is not doing well?”

Uncle Olsen nodded.

Immediately, Keira said, “I'll go see her right away!”

She turned to leave, but Howard grabbed her arm. “Keera, where have you just been? Don’t wander around at

the Horton's place!”

Keira frowned and after a moment's thought, she said, “I heard that Mrs. Horton's mother, Mrs. Olsen, isn't well. |

was planning to pay her a visit.”

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Howard's eyes lit up at her words. “You've finally learned to mingle? I've heard that Mr. Horton is deeply

committed to Mrs. Horton. If you can win over Mrs.

Olsen, it'll be very beneficial to our company down the line!”

But he hesitated. “But I'm not done here yet...”

Anv

who could pay their respects at the Horton

was a major figure in their industry. He had e the acquaintance of several such people and ready to leave.

eira immediately said, “You stay here. I'll go alone. We'll meet up at the hotel in the evening.”

“Fine.”

Keira turned and left the room.

Howard was ready to mingle with the others when he heard a voice. “Is that your wife?”

Turning to Uncle Olsen, who exuded an extraordinary presence, Howard smiled and said, “Yes, that’s my wife,

Keera South. She’s a high school classmate of Mrs. Horton, and they were especially close. So, when we heard

about what happened to Mrs. Horton, she came

right ou47”

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But Uncle Olsen seemed taken aback, his keen senses picking up on something. “Your wife's surnis South?”

Howard was surprised. “Yes, that’s right!”

Uncle Olsen’s brows knitted together. “That surnis

uncommon.”

deed, you don’t see that often...”

cle Olsen suddenly asked, “Did she inherit that last nfrom her father?”

Howard immediately frowned, afraid of slipping up. “Who are you? Why are you prying into other people’s

privacy?”

Uncle Olsen paused momentarily, then suddenly extended his hand. “I'm Sam Olsen.”

Howard was stunned and immediately overjoyed. “You're Uncle Olsen?! Forgive my rudeness. | didn’t recognize

you!”

Keira left the house, wearing a mask.

But when she got outside, she found that there were

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too many cars lined up. Many people had cto offer their condolences and, like Howard, they were trying to

get to know more people, so they moved slowly.

This meant the exit was clear, but the entrance was completely blocked. Even if she called a cab now, she feared

the vehicle wouldn't be able to squeeze in.

Keira was getting anxious.

At that moment, she saw a car entering nearby. It had just stopped at the entrance, ready to turn and get out.

Among the horde of vehicles, it stood out

conspicuously-it was Samuel's ostentatious yellow sports car!

Keira walked straight to it and saw Samuel on the phone.

Samuel's eyes were swollen from crying, seemingly having wept for quite a while.

He was still crying on the phone. “Our boss is dead. I'm not in the mood for a meeting! Cancel, cancel, cancel! |

know this document is important, but today is my boss’s funeral. | have to be here to say the final

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ell toth her! Postpone all meetings for me!!”

Irubbed his eyes, glanced at the cars aheachdarand 1. “Theseseadamn people, coming just for show.w. nany of

them truly cto mourn our boss?!?! e blockingghthe road, and it’s so frustrating!”!”

ung the sporosts car door open and got out.t

n cursed angrgrily at Tom. “What's going on here?e? an you let just stranyone in?! Among all these , how many

arersisincere about my boss?!”

ghed. “Listen to yoyourself. Never mind, | knoww upset, so | won't hidiold it against you today!”

| wanted to say more but Keira was already in his driver's seat andddflooring the accelerator. rned the car

around, inimeediately heading for

fi

g the car's noise, Samuelnimmediately rushed >ut could only get into the passssenger seat.

lowed, “Who the hell are you? How dare you ny sports car?!”

gnored his angry shouting, starteteththe car, and

toward the hospital.

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Sitting in the passenger seat. Samuel's heart was heavy with grief. He cried and cursed. “Why am | so unlucky?

Losing my boss was bad enough, and now you're stealing my beloved sports car in broad daylight?

“Damn you, car thief! Stop the car on the side of the road right now! I'm not in a good mood today, and | might

not hold it against you...

“My poor boss... Why did you have to leave like this? | was going to bid my boss the last farewell. Can't

you pick a better tfor stealing my care? Don’t you have any conscience? Among all these people, I'm the

only one truly here to mourn. How can you steal my car?!”

Keira said, “...Shut up!”

Hearing this familiar voice, Samuel instinctively closed his mouth, but the next moment he suddenly realized

something, and started crying even harder. “Your voice, it’s so similar to my boss's! If my boss were still alive, |

would never let her get upset again. I'd have her focus on retiring...”

Unable to stand his noise anymore, Keira silently removed her mask and looked at him.

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Samuel immediately yelled. “Great, now the car thief dares to take off the mask! I'll definitely take a picture of

you and hand you over to the police!”

His crying eyes had swelled into slits.

Bi

ter saying this, he got a clear look at Keira’s face.

oment he saw her, Samuel's crying cto an ot halt.

What...”

His eyes widened in shock, and he pointed at her, “You,

you, you...”

He thought he had seen a ghost!!

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