My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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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 some money. 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 I threatening? I’m just standing here asking Miss Olsen some questions…”

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

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answer my questions, I 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.

reporters present and

with fear.

scattered luggage littering the floor. “What

out, “So-Soy…I’ll

up her, and gingerly pushed it in front of her as if tryin to ward off evil spirits. “Mi-Miss Olsen, we’ve

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her

rented her the place at a low price. Later, when the Olsen

Keira decided not to make a fuss

suitcase and

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.

if

me right in the heart! You killed yo uncle, so just go ahead and kill your mother too! Ungrateful creature! How did I

a creature?!”

charged toward Keira, grabbing her arm and, heedless of the glass in Keira’s hand, started wailing to

uncle only onked her for noma

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by me, so

You owe me for that! Why did you kill

and continued to hit Keira.

clenched her fists and sneered. “Didn’t I make myself clear before? I got married, cleared the way for Isla, and we’re squared off now. What’s the matter? Did you lose

everything through her tears. “Squared off? Your blood is mine, and I gave birth to you! you’re my daughter forever! Everyone, look at this

with me!

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? I gave birth to you, so I’m the

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ahead, but first, give me your

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

reacted promptly and pushed her back, striking her right in

she managed to wrestle away the glass shard. The glass cut her hand, and blood flowed out.

daughter murdered her uncle, and now she’s trying to kill me, her own mother! Someone call the police! Don’t let her escape!”

Keira was disarmed, found their courage

once more.

your own mother. Do you even have a heart?”

is poor, which is why you treat your uncle and mother so

way you treat your

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that

really did accidentally kill your uncle. Or could it be that

force required to push someone onto a steel bar, skewering them to death, much be very considerable. Why do you hate