My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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100 Don’t Care

The reporter glanced down at what he had stepped on but made no effort to move.

“Miss Olsen, the picture under my foot features you and your mother, correct? You have family, so you

understand the pain of losing a loved one. Did you truly kill the victim by mistake? Your uncle just asked you for

smoney. Couldn't you simply have refused instead of resorting to murder?”

Josh, who had arrived first on the scene, was puzzled when he heard this. He frowned and said, “Let Miss Olsen

pick up her family photo first! As a journalist, you shouldn't be threatening someone like this...”

“Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures the reporter retorted harshly, glaring at Josh. “A reporter

shouldn't act saintly like you! She’s obviously a murderer. For people like her, special measures should be taken.

And besides, how am | threatening? I'm just standing here asking Miss Olsen squestions...”

He looked back at Keira. “Miss Olsen, unless you

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answer my questions, | won't move...”

Before he could finish, someone had already grabbed

his arm.

A sudden force made him stumble back uncontrollably!

Keira forcefully moved the reporter away and then bent down to pick up the photo. Upon seeing the black

footprint on it, she gave off a ferocious aura.

The reporter, having been pushed back, started shouting, “What was that? The killer is resorting to

violence now!”

When he looked at Keira again, he was frightened by

her demeanor.

She may be slender and dressed in a comfortable, white outfit that gave an image of delicacy, but the fierceness

in her eyes right now made her look like ghastly figure that crawled out from a bloody hell.

The reporter swallowed hard. “Look, that’s the eyes of a killer! Terrifying as ever! It must have been her who

planned and executed the murder!”

“Really?”

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A cool voice slowly responded. Keira wiped the photo and picked up a shard of glass that hadn't yet fallen from

the frame. “Deliberately killing someone...it seems capital punishment awaits regardless of whether it's one or

multiple murders, right?”

With that said, all the reporters fell silent, stunned. They all stared at the sharp glass shard in her hand.

Keira swept her gaze across all reporters present and eventually cast her eyes toward the heavy landlord.

The burly, two-hundred-pound man was trembling with fear. “Wh-Wh-What are you going to do?”

Keira pointed at the scattered luggage littering the floor. “What do you think?”

The landlord immediately stuttered out, “So-Soy...I'll clean it up for you...”

Terrified, he pushed his way through the report bent over to tidy up the scattered items. He grab Keira’s luggage

from inside, packed everything up her, and gingerly pushed it in front of her as if tryin to ward off evil spirits.

“Mi-Miss Olsen, we've had son good years together. Let's part on good terms, alright?

Keira dropped her gaze.

When she left the Olsen family and had nowhere to go, this landlord had indeed rented her the place at a low

price. Later, when the Olsen family stopped providing living expenses, she failed to pay the rent on ttwice,

and the landlord didn’t evict her.

Considering that, Keira decided not to make a fuss with the landlord.

She pushed the suitcase and prepared to leave.

Unable to stop her, the encircling reporters merely watched as she went toward the staircase, where she met

with Poppy, who had just been released from jail.

Poppy glared at her fiercely, barking out sharply, “Keira Olsen, you still dare to fight other people? Cyou

dare, stabright in the heart! You killed yo uncle, so just go ahead and kill your mother too! Ungrateful

creature! How did | ever give birth to s

a creature?!”

As she shouted, she charged toward Keira, grabbing her arm and, heedless of the glass in Keira’s hand, started

wailing to the reporters.

“Her uncle only onked her for noma manau right? lant

it natural for her to help out, given she’s a Ph.D. now and surely has money? She was raised by me, so she owes

“I gave birth to you and raised you. You owefor that! Why did you kill your uncle? You're an animal!”

Poppy sobbed and continued to hit Keira.

Keira clenched her fists and sneered. “Didn’t | make myself clear before? | got married, cleared the way for Isla,

and we're squared off now. What's the matter? Did you lose your memory?”

Poppy, however, denied everything through her tears. “Squared off? Your blood is mine, and | gave birth to you!

you're my daughter forever! Everyone, look at this heartless daughter. Now that she’s successful, she despises

with me!

“I might be a mistress and couldn’t afford you a good living environment, but even dogs know not to despise a

poor home, and no children should despise their mother! Aren’t you aware of that? | gave birth to you, so I'm the

one who gave you this life! If you want to

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cut ties with me, go ahead, but first, giveyour life! Compensate for your uncle's death!”

After saying this, she grabbed the glass shard in Keira’s hand and pulled it out with all her might, intending to

stab Keira in the chest!

Keira reacted promptly and pushed her back, striking her right in the chest.

Poppy stumbled backward, crashing into the wall behind, but she managed to wrestle away the glass shard. The

glass cut her hand, and blood flowed out.

She screamed. “Help! My own daughter murdered her uncle, and now she’s trying to kill me, her own mother!

Someone call the police! Don’t let her escape!”

The group of reporters, seeing that Keira was disarmed, found their courage again. They flocked

around Keira once more.

“You've killed your own uncle and now you've injure your own mother. Do you even have a heart?”

“Is it because your family is poor, which is why you treat your uncle and mother so poorly?”

“Judging by the way you treat your mother, we suspect

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that

you really did accidentally kill your uncle. Or could it be that you saw the steel bar behind him and deliberately

pushed him?”

“The force required to push someone onto a steel bar, skewering them to death, much be very considerable.

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Why do you hate your uncle so much?”

The tricky questions from the reporters cone after another, causing Keira’s gaze to grow even

colder.

Rumors and slander were indeed powerful tools...

A hint of shadow flashed in her eyes, and she abruptly changed the topic. “Why? Why haven't any of you

inquired as to why my dear cousin would giveletter of understanding?”

All of the reporters were left momentarily speech by her counter-question.

Keira turned to leave, but the reporters didn’t make way for her.

If that was the case, then she had no choice but to take

action!

She flexed her wrists, and Josh immediately shouted, “Miss Olsen, all these cameras are rolling. Please, don’t

lose control!”

Keira understood his warning.

If she attacked them, regardless of the truth, she would be branded as a journalist beater and a mother abuser.

But... So what?

She's never cared for public opinion!

Keira let out a wicked smile.

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