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.

and

two-hundred-pound man was trembling with fear. “Wh-Wh-What are you going to

luggage littering the

stuttered out, “So-Soy…I’ll clean it up for you…”

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,

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dropped her gaze.

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

Keira decided not to make a fuss

pushed the suitcase and

watched as she went toward the staircase,

if

glared at her fiercely, barking out sharply, “Keira Olsen, you still dare to fight other people? Come you dare, stab me right in the heart! You killed yo uncle, so just go ahead and kill your

a creature?!”

and, heedless of the glass

onked her for noma manau

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She was raised by me, so

owe me for that! Why

sobbed and continued to hit

got married, cleared the way for Isla, and we’re squared off now. What’s the matter?

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

with me!

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

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with me, go ahead, but first, give me

pulled it out with all her might, intending to

and pushed her back, striking

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

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

that Keira was disarmed, found their courage again. They flocked

Keira once more.

and now you’ve injure your own mother. Do

which is why you treat your uncle

treat your mother, we suspect

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that

kill your uncle. Or could it be that you

bar, skewering them to death, much be very considerable. Why do you