My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Brian was stunned, and he stared at the man in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

Even Holly was at a loss for words.

Luke frowned.

The man immediately rushed forward, handing them his phone.

On the screen was a video of Professor Barry Brandt being interviewed, specifically the part where he mentioned old Mr. Sims.

"Mr. Sims came to me and asked, 'Are you willing to dedicate twenty years of your life for your country?' We set up a massive operation, a plan so intricate it fooled everyone! Now people are calling him a spy because he funded me, and I gave him money… Yes, I did send him money, but it was because I wanted to transfer my earnings from overseas back home. Under the guise of purchasing domestic advanced technology, I wired the money to him and tricked everyone. I'm back now—not only to clear my name but to clear Mr. Sims' as well!"

The weight of the interview hit everyone like a tidal wave.

In the Special Division, every door opened, and people flooded into the hallway, gathering around Brian.

He stood there, frozen, staring in shock toward the room where old Mr. Sims was being held.

The rest of the Special Division members followed his gaze…

turned red. She was so overwhelmed she could

Her grandfather was innocent!

as she bolted toward old Mr. Sims' room. The Special Division had posted guards outside his room to prevent any attempt at escape, but now, no one moved to stop Holly. The guards, too, were overcome with emotion, their eyes red as they looked in

moved forward, intending to head to Mr. Sims' room himself, but suddenly someone

in surprise, then quickly

official usually only seen on television. The

team, Professor Brandt rushed into the Special Division building, grabbing Brian by the arm as soon as he saw him.

in shock, barely able to process what

Mr. Sims' room, but before he could say anything, Professor Brandt was already moving quickly in that

Special Division, followed as they headed

Inside, Holly was crying.

moment, straightened his jacket,

Mr. Sims had been held there for some time now, and the Special Division had made sure to block out all

the sudden flood of light was overwhelming, and old Mr. Sims raised

was blinding, like

then gently patted Holly, who was still sobbing into his lap. "Holly, help me

quickly wiped away her tears and helped him

the doorway, where

was still in the prime of his life, while eighty-year-old Mr. Sims represented

other as if reuniting after a long-lost friendship. There was nothing