My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

The room was buzzing with activity, and though it was impossible to pinpoint who had spoken, Keira Olsen's sharp eyes quickly spotted someone in the crowd who wasn't saying a word.

Her gaze darkened as she signaled to Lewis, who had followed her in.

Lewis immediately moved to circle behind the suspect while Keira advanced from the front. Within moments, they had the instigator—the reporter who had first stirred up trouble—cornered and apprehended.

The man's eyes filled with panic as he was caught, but he quickly shouted, "Miss Olsen is here!"

That single shout turned every reporter's attention toward Keira, their eyes locking onto her like heat-seeking missiles.

The crowd surged forward, shouting questions.

"Miss Olsen, why are you defending a traitor?"

"Miss Olsen, you were raised abroad, right? Did someone get to you? Otherwise, why are you protecting him?"

"What's your stance on this? Olsen Group's shares have taken a nosedive because of you. Any comments?"

The more restrained journalists were the ones asking these questions, but the situation quickly deteriorated as a few enraged individuals began hurling insults:

"Traitor! You should just drop dead!"

"It's disgrace to Crera with people like you running businesses here!"

why isn't Uncle Olsen coming out?

the fire of the

couldn't explain much at the moment. All she could do was

attempt to deflect was

of hers

before the captured reporter could respond, another journalist pointed at her and shouted,

a pretty girl, and

Keira's focus was on the man who tried to slip away. She tightened her grip on him and handed him over to Lewis, murmuring, "Take him outside and interrogate

Lewis nodded without hesitation.

knew where the priorities

in any real danger. The crucial thing was

Keira headed toward the stage. "Alright, since

reporters, predictably, followed her lead,

Lewis seized the opportunity

place on stage, she noticed Lewis successfully making his exit and finally allowed

moment of relaxation was quickly

what's with the smirk? Are you planning

banner of patriotism. Don't you think you owe

Olsen, you need

her eyes at their