How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire

Chapter 81: Chapter 81

Keira Olsen didn’t care about that five million.

After all, the money owed by Finley Hill was brought about by her own subordinates’ mischief, and in the end, the money would circle back to her hands.

Finley Hill lowered his voice, “Then transfer the money now.”

Keira Olsen narrowed her eyes, “Tell me the secret first.”

“No, pay me first!”

“…”

Keira Olsen knew her uncle’s nature all too well.

If he dared to ask Isla Olsen for five million for a secret, then the secret itself was obviously worth way more than that. She still remembered the deposit of two hundred thousand from last time. So, if she transferred the money, Finley Hill would be even less likely to tell the truth.

Keira Olsen snorted, “If you don’t want to sell it, forget it.”

Having said that, she silently waited.

Sure enough, Finley Hill became anxious, “I’ll sell! I’ll sell! Keira, please come and save me! I owe them money, and they are going to kill me! I am now hiding in the suburbs and don’t dare to show my face!”

Keira Olsen cast her eyes down, “Didn’t you go to Isla Olsen?”

“How did I not?!” Finley Hill said with anger in his voice, “But she said she couldn’t come up with so much money. The Olsen family is worth billions. How is it possible they can’t even come up with five million? She’s just climbed up the high branch and doesn’t need the Olsen family anymore, so she’s acting recklessly, not afraid I’ll divulge the truth, that’s why she refuses to help me!”

Finley Hill’s voice was full of pleading, “Great-niece, come save me, I guarantee it will be worth your while! My secret, even if I asked for ten million from you, it would be worth it!”

Keira Olsen’s voice remained indifferent as if she wasn’t interested, “Just because you say it’s worth ten million doesn’t make it so. I have to weigh whether your secret is truly worth that much or not.”

The less she seemed to care, the more Finley Hill feared she wouldn’t come through, and the more information he leaked.

Keira Olsen was playing a psychological game with him.

After being chased and beaten these past two days, Finley Hill’s nerves were shot, and his mental state had reached its breaking point. Hearing her words, he indeed exclaimed, “It’s worth it, absolutely worth it! This matter concerns you and the Olsen family!”

“What about me and the Olsen family? I have no relationship whatsoever with the Olsen family!”

Keira Olsen continued to fish for information.

But Finley Hill said, “I can’t say any more unless you give me the money!”

Keira Olsen understood that Finley Hill was no fool; with his street-smart cunning, it was unlikely she would be able to coax out anything more from him. She asked, “Where are you?”

“I’ll send you my location on WhatsApp in a moment; come over with the money.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, Finley Hill sent her a location via WhatsApp.

Keira Olsen had already left the villa area and was standing by the road.

She touched her swollen cheek, about to hail a car online, when a familiar black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of her.

Keira Olsen was slightly taken aback to see the rear car door slowly open and Lewis Horton seated inside, looking at his laptop, engaged in an international conference call.

The man was speaking in French, his deep voice especially pleasant to hear.

He glanced at Keira Olsen, his gaze suddenly returning to her cheek.

The man’s words came to a halt, his voice growing cold, then he began again, “J’ai quelque chose, continuez.” (I have something, continue.)

He took off his headset, closed his laptop, and gestured her to get in, pointing at the seat.

Then, opening the car refrigerator, he took out an ice pack wrapped in a towel and handed it to her, “Put this on first.”

“…”

Keira Olsen looked at him in shock, “Why would you have these things in the car?”

Lewis Horton’s gaze was distant as he said indifferently, “Hmm, Tom Davis often gets injured, so I keep them ready at hand.”

Tom Davis, who was responsible for driving: ??

As the boss’s personal assistant, how come he was unaware that he often got injured! Clearly, it was after Miss Olsen arrived that the boss felt uneasy, followed her, and while in the meeting was looking outside. Upon running into Frankie Allen, who mentioned that Miss Olsen had been struck, he immediately dispatched him to buy these items from a supermarket.

But he didn’t dare to puncture that bubble.

Kiera Olsen suddenly realized, “So that’s how it is.”

She got into the car, took the towel, and pressed it against her face, the scalding sensation indeed eased, clearing her head somewhat.

Yet her gaze fell upon a supermarket receipt, and although it was just a fleeting glance, she saw that it had just been bought.

For some reason, the grievances she had just suppressed suddenly surged to her heart again, making the tip of her nose feel sour.

Kiera Olsen remembered when she was a child, a classmate was injured at school and was very brave when teachers and classmates asked about it, but when he saw his mother at the school gate after classes, although the wound was no longer hurting, he cried his eyes out.

She could never understand why.

But at this moment, she suddenly understood the feeling somewhat.

…How pathetic, reverting with age.

Kiera Olsen turned her head away, pressing the towel against her cheek, but her eyes felt an intense stinging.

She tried to control herself, but the grievances deeply buried in her heart had fermented over so many years. In an instant, such thick emotions surged, and she couldn’t suppress them no matter how hard she tried.

She took a deep breath and suddenly said, “Mr. Horton, could I borrow your shoulder for a moment?”

Lewis Horton’s body stiffened, his face suddenly turning ashen.

Only then did Kiera Olsen realize she had acted presumptuously and was about to say something to make amends, but she saw the man cough lightly, move closer to her, and pat his shoulder, “You can borrow it for five minutes.”

“…Alright.”

Kiera Olsen buried her head in his shoulder, and finally, the tears that she had been holding back flowed freely.

She never knew a person could shed so many tears.

After all, since she understood things, she had never cried so intensely.

Because she knew, when others cried someone would feel sorry for them, but she had no one.

Five minutes later, seeing the large, damp patch on the man’s suit, Kiera Olsen felt a bit embarrassed. Just as she was wondering how to apologize, Lewis Horton handed her an anti-inflammatory ointment and Eronase capsules to take.

Kiera Olsen: “…”

Such a minor injury, really unnecessary.

She didn’t voice this mood-spoiling remark, simply took them silently, and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Silence returned to the car.

Kiera Olsen also sat up straight.

Having cried, a lot of the emotional pressure had been released, and her mood finally began to settle down. That was when she noticed the car was heading towards the hospital.

Kiera Olsen remembered the urgent matter and quickly took out her phone, “Could we stop by here?”

“Sure.”

The car changed direction and soon arrived in the suburbs.

It was an abandoned hospital.

The darkness of the night, combined with the dim light of the street lamps, made the dilapidation here seem desolate.

Kiera Olsen took out her phone and sent a WhatsApp message to Finley Hill: [I’ve arrived, where are you?]

Finley Hill replied quickly: [Room 303, hurry up.]

Kiera Olsen rushed to the third floor.

Lewis Horton clenched his jaw, following closely behind her, not at ease.

The two quickly arrived at room 303.

Kiera Olsen knocked on the door, “Uncle, it’s me.”

Finley Hill’s voice came from inside, “Come in.”