My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 661

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As Keira pulled up to the entrance of the Horton estate, she noticed the main gate was already open, and several cars were parked prominently in the driveway.

When the guard saw her approaching, he looked a bit flustered, awkwardly asking, “Miss Olsen? What brings you here?”

Keira found his reaction odd. “Why? Am I not allowed to be here?”

“N-no, that’s not it… I just…” The guard stammered.

“Open the gate,” she ordered.

The last time Keira attended an event at the Horton estate, Lewis told the security staff not to stop her at the gate. The guard hurriedly complied, coughing nervously as he spoke again, “Uh, Miss Selena has returned home today.”

Selena Horton?

Wasn’t she the illegitimate daughter of the Horton family’s main branch? Back then, Jake had developed a prejudice against illegitimate children because of Selena. When they were in Oceanion, Selena made just one move, pushing Madeleine into the spotlight, and it almost led to a divorce between Keira and Lewis.

After that, Keira began living under the identity of her late sister, Keera…

Lewis had been left a grieving widower. Then, word got around that Selena had married someone in Clance, but Keira hadn’t kept up with the details.

Wasn’t Selena supposed to be with some distant relative of the Gills? That guy worked at the Nora Institute but ended up in jail after Keira exposed his illegal dealings with research drugs.

Who did Selena marry after that?

Keira hadn’t paid much attention, but judging by the way the household was preparing for her visit, it seemed she married well.

Still, that didn’t explain the strange way the guard was looking at her.

“Who else is here?” Keira asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Um… there’s also her good friend, Miss Eve Clark,” the guard mumbled.

Eve Clark? The name rang a bell.

While Keira was pondering, a voice suddenly chimed in from the back seat, “You mean the philanthropist, Eve Clark?”

Keira turned sharply to see Erin lounging in the back seat, munching on a bag of pistachios, her expression one of pure amusement.

“What are you doing here?” Keira demanded. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Erin just grinned. “You didn’t want me running wild at the Olsen estate, so I figured you’d prefer me sticking close to you. That way, you can keep an eye on me, right?”

Keira was baffled. “What?”

Erin cracked another pistachio and turned to the guard, “So, this Eve Clark, does she have anything to do with Keira? Let me guess…”

She didn’t wait for an answer, launching right in, “Eve’s this big-shot philanthropist, runs a bunch of charities across the country, and everyone loves her. But she’s still single, and last time a reporter asked about it, she said she’s only ever loved one person—the guy she met while studying abroad.”

“Crunch!” Erin spat out a shell and continued, “I did some digging, and guess what? That guy she was into? Pretty sure it was Lewis Horton. Heh.”

Erin shot Keira a knowing look. “You don’t think Lewis tags along behind you just because he’s got nothing better to do, do you? The man’s got admirers, too, you know. So, how about it? Feeling any jealousy yet?”

Keira didn’t know what to say.

She almost rolled her eyes at Erin’s antics. Instead, she turned back to the guard. “So, can I go in or not? Because if not, I’ll just call Lewis to come get me.”

The guard immediately smiled apologetically, “Of course you can go in, Miss Olsen. I’ll open the gate right away.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly as he opened the gate.

Keira drove on into the estate, with Erin taking in the sights like a tourist. “Wow, check out that pond! It’s got some beautiful koi fish in there. Keira, do you think koi tastes good?”

Keira sighed. “They’re for decoration.”

“But wouldn’t they taste tender?”

“…”

“Ooh, and look over there! There’s a date tree… and another one right next to it!”

Keira shot her a glance. “You could just say there are two date trees.”

“Nope! I’m quoting a great Creran author! What’s his name again? He was like the Creran version of Keats!”

Keira could hardly contain herself. “You mean the Creran version of Tolstoy?”

“Keats, Tolstoy, same difference.” Erin looked genuinely confused. “Whatever, the point is, are the dates on those trees any good?”

Keira heard the sound of pistachio shells being discarded and looked into the rearview mirror. To her surprise, Erin had brought a small paper bag to use as a trash bin—showing a surprising level of consideration.

Keira couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. She then parked the car in the lot.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Erin jumped out and began inspecting the surrounding vehicles. “That Maserati definitely isn’t Eve Clark’s. After all, people involved in charity are usually modest, and that car is way too flashy.”

Erin continued to casually survey the other cars and then shrugged. “The cars in this parking lot are all pretty expensive, so it’s clear that Ms. Eve Clark must come from a distinguished background. Tsk tsk, Keira, looks like you’re up against some serious competition this time!”