My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ Chapter 81 – Chapter 81: Meet Up

Chapter 81: Meet Up

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Keira didn't care about those five million.

After all, the money that Finley owed was all thanks to her schemes. This money, eventually, would end up back in her hands.

Finley lowered his voice, “Then send me the money now.”

Keira narrowed her eyes. “Tell me the secret first.”

“No way, give me the money first!”

Keira Olsen knew very well about her uncle's character.

He dared to ask for five million from Isla for a single secret, which meant the secret was worth much more than that. Keira remembered the last time when she gave a deposit of two hundred thousand. If she sent the money now, he wouldn't tell her the truth.

Keira sneered. “If you don't want to sell, then forget it.”

Having said that, she waited quietly.

As expected, Finley panicked. “I'll sell it! I'll sell it! Keira, please help me! I can't repay their money, and they are about to kill me! I'm hiding in the suburbs, and I dare not show my face!”

Keira stayed calm. “Didn't you try to get help from Isla?”

“Of course I did!” There was anger in Finley's voice. “But she said she couldn't give me that much money. The Olsen family is worth billions, so how could she not have five million? She has climbed that high branch and doesn't need the Olsen family anymore, so she's gambling with her luck and isn't afraid of me revealing the truth. That's why she refuses to help me!”

Finley was pleading. “Niece, please help me. You won't regret this. This secret is worth even ten million!”

Keira's voice remained calm and casual. “Are you saying it's worth ten million?

I still need to assess whether this secret of yours is worth the money!”

The more indifferent she was, the more information Finley would disclose, out of fear that she might not come.

Keira was playing a psychological game with him.

Being on the run for the past few days had left Finley neurotic and tense. Upon hearing her words, he exclaimed, “It is worth it! This matter involves you and the Olsen family!”

“What does it have to do with me and the Olsen family? I have nothing to do with the Olsen family!”

Keira continued to coax information from him.

Defending himself, Finley said, “I can't say more unless you give me the money!”

Keira understood. Finley was no fool. With his street smarts, she wouldn't be able to squeeze any more information out of him. She asked, “Where are you?”

“I'll send you my location on WhatsApp. Come here with the money.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Finley sent her a location on WhatsApp.

Keira had already left the villa complex and was standing on the roadside.

She touched her swollen cheek and was about to order a cab online when a familiar black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of her.

Keira was slightly stunned, then saw the back door of the car slowly open. Lewis sat there looking at his computer, participating in an international conference call.

He was speaking French, his deep voice sounding incredibly pleasant.

He glanced at Keira before quickly turning his head and looking at her cheek.

He paused in his speech, and his voice turned cold when he spoke again. “J'ai quelque chose. Continuez.” (I have something to do, you carry on.)

He took off his headphones, closed the laptop, and pointed to the seat, instructing her to get in.

Then he opened the car refrigerator, took out an ice bag wrapped in a towel, and handed it to her. “Apply this first.”

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Keira looked at him blankly. “Why do you have it in your car?”

Lewis's gaze was indifferent, and he said casually, “Tom often gets injured, so we keep these things handy.”

Tom, who was driving, was dumbfounded.

As Lewis's personal assistant, why was he not aware that he often got injured?

The truth was, after Keira came here, Lewis felt uneasy and followed her. While holding a meeting and looking outside, he ran into Frankie and heard that Keira had been hit. Immediately, he asked Frankie to find a supermarket and buy these things.

But Tom didn't dare to expose the truth.

Instead, Keira said, “I see.”

She got into the car, took the ice pack, and applied it to her face. The burning sensation eased somewhat, clearing her head a bit.

However, her gaze fell on a supermarket receipt. Even though she merely glanced at it, she noticed that the items were just bought.

For some reason, the sense of grievance she had just suppressed suddenly welled up again, making her want to cry.

Keira remembered as a child when her deskmate was injured at school. He appeared strong when questioned by teachers and classmates, but the moment school was over and he saw his mother at the school gate, he would cry his eyes out despite his minor injury.

She had always found it confusing.

But at this moment, she suddenly understood that feeling.

How pathetic she was, getting weaker as she got older.

Keira turned her head and pressed the towel against her swollen cheek. Her eyes stung.

She tried hard to control herself, but the grievances that had been buried deep in her heart for many years fermented, and in an instant, strong emotions welled up, and she couldn't suppress them.

She took in a deep breath and suddenly said, “Mr. Horton, can I borrow your shoulder for a minute?”

Lewis stiffened, his face turning pale.

Only then did Keira abruptly realize her blunder. She wanted to say something to smooth it over but saw him cough a little. He leaned toward her, patted his shoulder, and said, “You can have it for five minutes.”

“…Ok.”

Keira buried her head in his shoulder, and her tears finally overflowed.

She never knew that someone could shed so many tears.

After all, since she could remember, she never cried out loud.

She knew that when others cried, someone would feel sorry for them, but she had no one.

Five minutes later, seeing a large stain on Lewis's suit, Keira felt a bit embarrassed. Just as she was about to apologize, Lewis gave her an anti-swelling ointment and an Eronase capsule that could be taken orally.

Keira was dumbfounded.

She didn't need them for such a minor injury.

But she didn't want to ruin the mood, so she took them with a simple “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.”

The car became quiet again.

Keira straightened up.

After shedding her tears, she felt much better. Only then did she realize that the car was heading for a hospital.

Keira remembered the matter at hand and quickly took out her phone. “Can we go here instead?”

“Ok.”

The car changed direction swiftly, and they soon arrived in the suburbs.

It was an abandoned hospital.

In the dark night, the dim light from the street lamps made the dilapidated buildings seem a bit desolate.

Keira took out her phone and texted Finley. “I'm here. Where are you?”

Finley responded quickly. “Room 303, come quickly.”

Keira headed straight for the third floor.

Lewis was watching her with a furrowed brow, and he followed closely behind her out of worry.

They soon arrived at 303.

Keira knocked on the door. “Uncle, it's me.”

Finley's voice rang out. “Come in..”

Chapter end