A glass door separated the liveliness of the drawing room.
Kiera stared intently at Lewis Horton, observing his reaction.
Yet upon hearing this address, the coldness about the man intensified, his dark eyes brimming with a chilling frost, void of any emotional fluctuation, he turned, intending to return to the drawing room.
Kiera quickly stepped forward, blocking his path.
Lewis Horton's eyebrows furrowed lightly, "Step aside."
His voice was low and pleasant to the ear, enunciated with a refined melody that sparked an impulse to hear him speak again.
Kiera sensed something, "You... don't recognize me?"
Lewis Horton looked down at her from his superior height, "Should I know you?"
Since entering the Olsen Family home, he felt a peculiar gaze closely following him.
The stare was forthright, unlike the others that were sycophantically nauseating.
Lewis Horton thus gave her a few more glances.
The girl was very pretty, with fair skin, her peach blossom eyes and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye were beautiful but not flirtatious, and despite standing obediently in a corner, an untamable defiance seemed to emanate from her.
And when she caught his gaze, she didn't shy away, looking right back at him openly.
He initially thought she was different from those women who pounced on him at first sight, but unexpectedly, she was bolder than those women, directly calling him 'husband' upon approach...
Lewis Horton grew more impatient, his tone becoming more forceful, "Miss, I am married, please show some self-respect."
Kiera was a bit stunned.
This man obviously didn't recognize her, yet he mentioned being married... could it be the courthouse registered the wrong information?
She inquired, "May I ask who your wife is?"
"That's none of your business."
Another four ice-cold words.
Kiera pulled out a photocopy of the marriage certificate and presented it to him, "Mr. Horton, the man listed here should be you, right?"
Lewis Horton glanced at the photocopy, his eyes falling on the female's name: Kiera Olsen.
Lifting his gaze, he mocked, "Miss Olsen, an original isn't expensive, right? If you're going to forge something, you should at least make it professional!"
With that, Lewis Horton didn't return to the drawing room but strode through the small garden toward the parking area.
Kiera chased after him, intending to clarify, but was stopped by two black-suited bodyguards.
Kiera halted, calling to the man's retreating figure, "Mr. Horton, this document is real, if you don't believe it, you can check with the courthouse..."
Lewis Horton continued without pausing, driving away immediately after getting into the car.
His personal assistant stayed back, returning to the living room, where he encountered Isla Olsen right away.
Just by chance, Isla had seen Kiera hassling Lewis Horton, though she hadn't heard exactly what they were discussing. Seeing Horton leave and Kiera chasing after him on her electric scooter, she immediately asked, "Why did Mr. Horton leave? Did someone provoke him?"
The personal assistant replied with a smile, "Mr. Horton had something to deal with and left early, please inform the elders in your household for me, Miss Olsen."
Since the boss didn't leave a message to reprimand that girl, it meant he wasn't going to hold it against her.
Isla immediately nodded, courteously escorting the assistant out.
After deciding on a wedding date, the rest of the Horton Family finished lunch and took their leave.
Once they had seen the guests out, Taylor Olsen fretted, "Why did Mr. Horton leave? Was there something unsatisfactory about our hospitality at home?"
Considering how Jake Horton had looked distracted all day, scanning around as though searching for someone, and now thinking of Kiera's disastrously beautiful face, Isla clenched her fists.
Her eyes flickered, "Dad, I saw Kiera harassing Mr. Horton, and he seemed very angry when he left; he even left a message..."
"What message?"
"Mr. Horton said for you to discipline your daughter well," Isla Olsen bit her lip. "Won't the Horton Family think our family's upbringing is poor because of what Kiera did?"
Taylor Olsen's face turned ashen in an instant.
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Keira Olsen rode her electric bike, and as soon as she left the villa area, she lost her tail.
While annoyed, her phone rang.
Upon answering, an unfamiliar male voice came through; it was her subordinate, Samuel Morgan: "Boss, lately many people have been searching for who Dr. South is."
Keira Olsen raised an eyebrow: "It hasn't been exposed, has it?"
"Of course not, after all, nobody would think that Dr. South, the one who cracked the issue of Hydrogen Fuel, is actually just a harmless-looking young girl who just graduated from college..."
"Anything else?" Keira Olsen interrupted his rambling.
"Oh right, I found some info on Lewis Horton!"
"Go on."
"Lewis Horton is the second son of Mr. Horton, known for his violent and ruthless nature; hence, he was sent abroad since he was young. Everyone thought the Horton Group would pass on to the eldest son, that is, Jake Horton's father, but no one expected Lewis Horton suddenly returned to the country last week. He used some decisive means to force the old man to step down and took control of the Horton Group."
Samuel Morgan asked curiously: "Didn't you arrange a controllable sham marriage today? How did the groom suddenly turn into such an icy king of hell? Boss, if your marital status is unstable, it could affect the company's IPO..."
Keira Olsen frowned: "Find his contact details and schedule for me, I need to see him again."
The reason she agreed to Poppy Hill's ridiculous request to get married immediately was that being married as the company's legal representative was more favorable for the IPO application.
But now, she had somehow got roped into a marriage and didn't even know what conspiracies were involved.
Given Lewis Horton's complex status, the best course of action would be to divorce as quickly as possible to avoid unnecessary disputes.
After hanging up, Keira Olsen rubbed her temples.
Things were getting troublesome. With someone like Lewis Horton, who would have bodyguards when he traveled, he wasn't easy to meet.
Today, she shouldn't have impulsively called out "husband" and pissed him off...
She sighed, started her rickety bike, and slowly headed home.
Leaving the bustling city center, she headed for the village in the suburbs.
When she moved out of the Olsen Family in junior high, she didn't have much money, so she could only afford to rent an old house here; having grown accustomed to it, she never moved.
Right when she was about to turn the corner to her house, an elderly lady in her nineties suddenly popped out at the side of the road!
Keira Olsen quickly braked, narrowly avoiding a collision.
She looked at the old lady, initially thinking it was a scam, but soon realized something was off.
The old woman, though gaunt and small, was decently dressed and didn't look like an ordinary person. She wore a tag around her neck with a contact number and a note at the bottom: "If the elder is lost, please call this number. A substantial reward will be offered."
...It was definitely Alzheimer's.
No telling whose family member had wandered off.
Keira Olsen immediately took out her phone and dialed the number on the tag.
However, the dazed old woman suddenly reacted, grabbing Keira Olsen's wrist firmly. Her cloudy eyes sparkled with recognition: "Daughter-in-law! You're my daughter-in-law!"
"..." Keira Olsen twitched the corner of her mouth.
Single for 22 years, and suddenly she had acquired a husband.
Was the courthouse holding a bulk sale today?
Amused, she casually asked, "Grandma, who is your grandson?"
The old lady furrowed her brows in thought.
What was her grandson's name again... Oh, right, Lewis Horton!!