My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

"Amy's biological dad? Wasn't that Howard?"

Amy was Keera's child with Howard.

Keira blinked, confused, and said, "I'll head over now."

Hanging up, she turned to Lewis, who immediately sensed something was up. "What's going on?"

"Someone's here saying he's Amy's biological father. I have no idea who... but I need to find out."

"I'm coming with you."

Keira nodded, and as the two were about to head out, Erin suddenly popped up at the door, holding her drumstick and pistachios. "I'm coming too!"

Once they were in the car, Erin peered over at Lewis with curiosity. "Mr. Horton, don't you have a job? Doesn't Horton Group, you know, need you?"

Lewis kept his eyes on the road, his tone calm. "Why? Do you have an issue with that, Ms. Martin?"

"No, no issues, just a thought! You know, if someone didn't know better, they might think Horton Group went under, with you hanging around like this," she muttered, then leaned toward Keira in the passenger seat. "Keira, just saying, you gotta find a man with some ambition, right? You want someone who'll make money and take care of you. Don't want to be stuck supporting him, right?"

Keira gave her a warning look. "Zip it."

"Fine, fine."

sat back in the rear seat, busy cracking pistachios,

a wild card, fearless but oddly obedient when Keira told her off, like she was compelled

stuck so close-it was a reminder of that incident back in Oceanion, when she'd narrowly escaped a dangerous setup. Now, with everything so precarious, he was even less

they arrived at

Ellis

Keira's true identity, this visitor complicated things. If he was indeed Amy's father... then that meant he'd been Keera's partner. The situation felt

at them both, then stepped into

hit her, and

place. Recovering, she quickly pushed the

I finally

she saw left her momentarily stunned. His face was strikingly beautiful-almost too flawless to be real. It was a kind

and Lewis were both very attractive people, but even

Keira's beauty was bold and striking, with none

features were exquisitely fine, without a single flaw. He wore a fitted

black suit only made his

the usual short cut; his bangs partly obscured his eyes, and his hair was styled in a loose mullet,

sickly, which, along with his slight frame, made him look

and he staggered back a bit, clearly