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

of that incident back in Oceanion, when she'd narrowly escaped a dangerous setup. Now, with

at the Olsen

and found Ellis and Mary standing near the doorway, looking somewhat

was indeed Amy's father... then

at them both, then stepped into the

passed before a wave of gardenia perfume hit her, and suddenly, a man had wrapped her tightly in

froze in place. Recovering, she quickly pushed the man

finally

a note of sadness in his voice that seemed to twist her heart unexpectedly. She took a closer look at him, and what she saw left her momentarily stunned. His face was strikingly beautiful-almost

very attractive people, but even they

bold and striking, with none

without a single flaw. He wore a fitted black suit,

made his porcelain-pale

sporting the usual short cut; his bangs partly obscured his eyes, and his hair

complexion almost sickly, which, along with his slight frame, made him look like a man who could

pushed him, and he staggered back