The school entrance was bustling with people, and every face brimmed with vibrancy and liveliness.
Keira Olsen pushed her electric bike, enveloped in solitude.
She licked her slightly swollen lip with her tongue, her voice a bit hoarse, "Speak."
"The Horton Family, despite their outward glory, have been fiercely infighting these past years. The old master favors the first branch and intends to pass the family's reins to them, continually suppressing Lewis Horton as the youngest son."
"A few years ago, the old master chose several unreliable people for Lewis Horton to potentially marry. It caused a huge uproar until Lewis announced he had already registered his marriage with a wife from an ordinary family, which put an end to the matter."
"Heh, speaking of his wife, she's quite an interesting case. She has never shown herself publicly nor attended any Horton Family banquets.
In conclusion, there's only one truth! That is..."
Samuel Morgan elongated his tone, trying to tease a cliffhanger, but before he could finish, Keira Olsen had already figured it out, "Got it. Have you found his schedule and contact information?"
"..." Samuel Morgan choked for a moment, then sheepishly said, "I'll send you his schedule for the next few days later. I can't find his private number."
Keira Olsen said indifferently, "Never mind, I'll corner him."
For someone of Lewis Horton's status, it's normal that his private number is highly confidential.
Samuel Morgan immediately gossiped, "He is surrounded by bodyguards, not easy to approach. Do you plan to use force, or?"
"Keep it low-key for now," Keira Olsen's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Besides, I'm a woman, I can't be forceful."
Samuel Morgan: "..."
*
Horton Group's headquarters, located in the heart of Oceanion, towered into the clouds as a symbolic skyscraper, showcasing the Horton Family's tremendous wealth.
Keira Olsen straightened her courier uniform and, holding a delivery box, walked in. She said to the receptionist, "This is a parcel for Mr. Horton, he needs to sign for it personally."
The receptionist allowed her upstairs after calling the secretary's office.
Keira Olsen entered the private elevator, reaching the 88th floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, the view in front of her suddenly opened up.
The entire secretary office, serving Lewis Horton alone, housed over a hundred people.
Keira Olsen followed the secretary who came to receive her, smoothly arriving at the president's office.
She knocked on the door, and a pleasant voice from inside said, "Come in."
Keira Olsen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she was about to meet Lewis Horton smoothly, when a tall, slender figure suddenly blocked her way.
Assistant Tom Davis frowned as he observed her, "Miss Olsen? How is it you?"
Just yesterday, this lady had harassed the boss at the Olsen Family home, and now here she was again, disguised as a courier, unabashedly pursuing her boss?
Tom Davis's face clouded over, he gestured for two bodyguards, "What's going on? Can just any Tom, Dick or Harry now make it to the top floor without checks? Get her out of here immediately!"
Keira Olsen remained unflustered, "What do you mean? Does Horton Group look down on couriers?"
Tom Davis scoffed, "Trying to turn the tables on us, are you? We respect every job, but are you really a courier?"
"I am."
"Do you think I would believe your lies? If you are a courier, do you have your ID?"
No sooner had Tom Davis finished speaking than an ID was thrust in front of him.
Keira Olsen smirked, "Actually, I do."
Tom Davis: ?
His expression stiffened, and he scoffed, thinking of something, "Don't tell me you just registered today?"
The ID in front of him was opened, marked with the registration date.
Tom Davis was stunned, "…Eight years ago?"
She really was a courier?
"Can't work-study programs suffice?" Keira Olsen said in a languorous tone, addressing the person inside, "Mr. Horton, can you cooperate with my work now?"
A firm voice came from the room, "Let her in."
Keira Olsen gave Tom Davis a provocative glance, and seeing him on the verge of losing his temper, she bypassed him and entered.
Lewis Horton's office was styled in minimalist luxury, the black, white, and gray color scheme made it seem utterly devoid of warmth.
He sat behind his large desk, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, revealing a small portion of his lean and muscular forearm, and his fingers, clearly defined, held a fountain pen.
After signing the document he was working on, Lewis Horton finally looked up, his dark eyes betraying no emotion.
Keira Olsen pointed at the courier slip and said, "Mr. Horton, sign here."
The girl's fingers were pale and slender, the fingertips slightly calloused, giving off a sense of powerful beauty.
Just like her, apparently fragile and slender, yet her spine was always straight, exuding pride.
Lewis Horton's gaze lingered for a moment on her swollen lips before he took the pen to sign.
At that moment, Keira Olsen suddenly spoke, her words astonishing, "Mr. Horton, you're not actually married, are you?"
The man's pen halted, and he abruptly looked up, his penetrating black eyes fixed on her, an imposing pressure overwhelming the space!
Keira Olsen knew she had guessed correctly!
At the courthouse, registration information had to be filled in by hand. There could be no mistake.
Lewis Horton claimed to be married, yet he didn't know her at all.
After Samuel Morgan's investigation...
The only truth could be that Lewis Horton had invented a wife to fend off his family's pressure to marry.
He had never been to the courthouse, so he was unaware of their supposed married status.
Keira Olsen earnestly said, "Mr. Horton, I know my words might sound bizarre, but we really are married."
Lewis Horton slowly straightened up, a hint of amusement on his face, "Miss Olsen, don't waste your efforts. Even if I were unmarried, I wouldn't marry you just to spite Jake Horton."
Keira Olsen was momentarily stunned.
Did he know about her past with Jake Horton and assume she approached him for revenge? Was that why he had never believed her?
Keira Olsen explained, "I'm not here because of Jake Horton, I'm here to ask you to..." to divorce.
"I'm not interested in your emotional entanglements."
Lewis Horton interrupted her, briskly finished signing, and handed her the courier slip, "Don't bother me again, or don't blame me for being rude."
Keira Olsen was also irritated, "Haven't you already been rude? You've even said I should vanish from Oceanion!"
Lewis Horton frowned, "When did I..."
He didn't finish his sentence as his phone suddenly rang.
It was the exclusive ringtone for his grandmother.
He immediately answered, and the voice of the caregiver came from the other side, "Mr. Horton, old Mrs. Horton is missing again!"
Lewis Horton abruptly stood up and rushed out anxiously.
Keira Olsen wanted to chase after him to clear things up but was stopped by Tom Davis, "Miss Olsen, I advise you to let it go."
Keira Olsen sighed.
She was "asked" to leave Horton Group and slowly made her way home.
Just as she reached her doorstep, she suddenly turned around and saw the old woman she had encountered before sneaking up behind her, stealthy as a cat.
Keira Olsen: ?
About to speak, the little old lady suddenly grabbed her wrist:
"My dear daughter-in-law, don't you think of abandoning me again!"