My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 547

When Uncle Olsen said, “Begin,” the members of the Olsen family immediately started running.

Keira kept pace with her brothers, neither falling behind nor leading far ahead, but instead, she looked around.

She noticed that the Olsen family’s running competition was limited to Uncle Olsen and the younger generation. Her eldest uncle and second uncle started strolling once Uncle Olsen gave the signal.

Those two were a bit older; therefore, they weren’t participating in the running anymore.

However, Uncle Olsen was still very fit. He kept up with the younger generation without falling behind.

He steadily ran alongside them, holding his pace as if steering the young ones.

Keira’s eyes darkened slightly.

No wonder the Olsen brothers differed from the young heirs of other families.

With such a family business, brothers in other families would probably fight each other tooth and nail for the right of inheritance.

But the Olsens loved each other; there was never any dispute.

Ellis steadily ran alongside Uncle Olsen. As the two ran ahead, the others followed behind them. Meanwhile, some gradually started to lag.

The little weakling Peter was running slowly, now gasping for air. He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and looked at Keira. “Little sister, you must be tired. Well…

He suddenly stopped mid–sentence.

Wait… why was he drenched in sweat while his little sister seemed so relaxed?

That made no sense!

Immediately, he furrowed his eyebrows. He didn’t dare to complain about being tired anymore. He ran forward with his mouth shut. He couldn’t lag behind his little sister–wouldn’t that be a laughing matter?

Peter gritted his teeth, not uttering a word about being tired.

He would normally start considering retreat after a single kilometer, but he was persistently running today and had managed three kilometers already….

Gasping for breath and panting heavily, he turned to look at Keira, only to see his little sister not seem tired at all.

Peter glanced at his other brothers.

Uncle Olsen controlled their running speed, which was actually quite fast. Most of the brothers were sweating.

Even James, the fittest of the brothers, showed signs of strain. Only three weren’t affected, and one of them was Uncle Olsen…

Undoubtedly, Uncle Olsen was the best of their generation in terms of physical fitness and business acumen. He was a competent fighter, and almost no one from that generation could beat him except for a few Elders in the Freeman Sect.

three was James…

daily training that was much more intense than this. Running

one of the

that be?!

teeth, they looked at “Keera“, thinking

easy on “Keera“, but now

but ask, “Aren’t you tired?”

“What’s there to be

Peter was speechless.

had run four kilometers already!

to

with hands on

him much mind; for someone who usually gave up after two kilometers, running four

hands on his knees, he suddenly saw a group of servants approaching from

was Jenkins.

young maid seemed to have heard something and looked in their direction.

what to do.

running. “I’ve lapped all of you already; why are you

were all

he heard someone say,

girl immediately say with a smile, “Mr. Peter said yesterday he

Peter was shocked.

felt his whole

to retort and say, when had

to say it out loud. All he could do

servants entered the

a five–kilometer run, Keira felt relaxed and slightly sweaty;

Keira then received a call from Scott. “Didn’t you say that you’d come over

slightly. “Is

puzzled. “Yes, she’s living at my

said. “When would be a good time for me to come

about joining us for lunch?” Scott suggested. “I told Grandpa that

“Sure, no

for a shower and inform Lewis, but when she turned around,

hands behind his head and legs raised, humming, “Rusco, slow down. You’re walking too fast. Be careful, or my phone won’t

Keira was perplexed.

strolling around the yard with Peter’s phone on its back.

Keira was speechless.

then approached Peter. “What

Peter jumped

“Well, how come you haven’t gone back for

said, “I got a phone call, but what’s going

pointed to Rusco.