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.

gaze across all reporters present and eventually

was trembling with fear. “Wh-Wh-What are you going to do?”

the scattered luggage littering the

“So-Soy…I’ll clean it up for you…”

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

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dropped her

nowhere to go, this landlord had indeed rented her the place at a low price. Later, when the Olsen family stopped providing living

make a fuss

pushed the suitcase and prepared to leave.

went toward the staircase, where she met with Poppy, who had just been released from jail.

if

to fight other people? Come you dare, stab me right in the heart! You killed yo uncle, so just go

a creature?!”

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

for noma manau right? Ian’t

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by me, so she owes me debts of gratitude! How could

You owe me for that! Why did you kill

sobbed and continued to hit Keira.

“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

off? Your blood is mine, and I gave birth to you! you’re my daughter forever!

with me!

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

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me, go ahead, but first, give me your

glass shard in Keira’s hand and pulled it

and pushed her back, striking her right in the

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

and now she’s trying to kill me,

that Keira was disarmed, found

Keira once

your own uncle and now you’ve injure your own mother. Do you even

your family is poor, which is why you

you treat your mother, we

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that

Or could it be that you saw the steel bar

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