My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Uncle Olsen's words left Keira momentarily stunned. He chuckled. "I just want to see the kind of people you surround yourself with. Besides, aren't you trying to land a collaboration? If I tag along, I might be able to help." Keira raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you bringing Amy?" Uncle Olsen sighed. "Lately, every time Monbatten shows up on TV, she gets all excited. I figured I'd let her meet the man himself." He looked a little exasperated. Other kids were into pop stars, but Amy? She got all worked up watching the evening news. If she were fawning over some singer or actor, Uncle Olsen could probably arrange a meet-and-greet. But Monbatten? Sure, he could pull some strings to meet the guy, but Amy was only three! At this age, fangirling over a king? What's next, wanting to be queen someday? With these thoughts swirling, he turned to Keira. "Do you have an idol?" As soon as he asked, Lewis's head snapped toward her. Keira's mouth twitched. "Sure." "Who?" Uncle Olsen leaned in, curious. "A guy or a girl? If it's someone from the entertainment industry, I can make it happen. My company owns a production house, after all." "…" Lewis gave Uncle Olsen a wounded look and cleared his throat. "Dad, there's no need to be that enthusiastic." Uncle Olsen's tone was casual. "Why? Feeling threatened? You should feel a little pressure. My daughter's amazing. Did you think you'd be the only man in her life?" Lewis was dumbfounded.

dollars." Country A's total national revenue was only a few billion a year. For Jenkins to contribute that much in taxes? Pretty impressive. She added proudly, "Monbatten does host networking events for business leaders. He invites people like us—less than fifty across the entire country!" Her sense of accomplishment was clear. As she basked in it, Sean exchanged a glance with his assistant, both breaking into faint smiles. Jenkins frowned. "What's so funny?" The assistant cleared his throat. "Do you know how much the Church family pays in taxes to Country A every year?" Jenkins shook her head. "Two billion dollars." Jenkins was dumbstruck. "In taxes?" "That's right." The assistant nodded. "The king frequently invites the Church family to events. Even when Sean's here in Crera, Monbatten calls him regularly, asking him to come back for gatherings." Jenkins swallowed hard. "He's afraid you'll relocate your businesses here, isn't he?" The assistant shrugged. "Who knows? But last time they met at a club, Sean casually mentioned

don't even know how much my company earns every year. I leave it to my CEO to handle." Jenkins pursed her lips. "That just means your earnings are peanuts." Keira doubted that. Erin held immense sway in the medical field. If she claimed she didn't know, it was probably true—she just didn't care. Because all Erin really cared