My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 696

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Keira finished her sentence just as they approached the Olsen family’s press conference, which seemed about to start.

She exchanged a glance with Lewis, and they both decided to stay in the car. They’d wait until Professor Brandt landed safely and the news was released before stepping out.

Keira sent a message to Uncle Olsen, advising him to delay the press conference by thirty minutes.

At the press conference…

Reporters were buzzing with anticipation. Everyone was eager to find out how the Olsen Group would handle the situation.

Tension filled the air as the crowd waited for the family to address the scandal, but what they got instead was…

Ellis slowly ascended the stage, microphone in hand. “I apologize, everyone. The traffic in Clance is terrible today. My uncle will arrive in about thirty minutes. We appreciate your patience, and the press conference will be delayed by half an hour.”

Ellis, ever the charmer, had the staff distribute gifts to the reporters.

His polite demeanor and thoughtful gesture made it hard for anyone to stay upset. The reporters were familiar with the Olsen Group and begrudgingly accepted the situation. They settled down, ready to wait—until someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

“I just saw Uncle Olsen walk in! How could he still be stuck in traffic? Ellis is obviously lying!”

Keira was monitoring the situation from the car and immediately sat up. She had been reclining her seat, planning to catch a quick nap, but after hearing that, she quickly grabbed a mask, put it on, and stepped out of the car, heading toward the press conference.

Uncle Olsen would have been discreet entering the building; no random reporter should have spotted him so easily. If someone claimed to have seen him, it meant something was seriously wrong.

Unless… that person wasn’t just an ordinary reporter.

Keira’s eyes narrowed. During her time on the Trident Strait border, she had determined from Erin’s words and actions that Erin wasn’t a traitor. So, who had sent this so-called reporter? Could it be one of the candidates from the South family, who had tried to capture Professor Brandt on the border?

Keira skillfully maneuvered through the crowd, making her way toward the source of the voice. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just as she reached the spot, Ellis spoke again, “You saw him? I’m afraid not. My uncle isn’t here yet.”

Keira scanned the area, ready to confront the person who had spoken, hoping to trace them back to the source. But to her surprise, the voice shifted positions, now coming from ahead of her, “How could that be? Uncle Olsen drove a Rolls-Royce today, and I saw it parked in the lot! He’s just backstage resting while we’re left waiting here! What’s going on with your family?”

The accusation sparked a wave of murmurs among the crowd. “Ellis, if someone saw Uncle Olsen, then he’s here. Why not just bring him out and stop wasting our time?”

“Yeah, what’s this about making us wait for half an hour? If his time is so precious, then what about ours?”

“Is this a joke? We’re here on time, and now you’re stalling us? This is disrespectful!”

As more voices joined in, the original speaker slipped back into the crowd, vanishing from sight.

Keira frowned, stepping closer to the stage’s edge. Standing just outside the crowd, she listened intently to the conversations around her.

“What’s going on with the Olsen Group?”

“Didn’t Uncle Olsen kick that daughter out of the family? If that’s the case, then just give us the verdict already!”

“Maybe he’s having second thoughts about disowning her.”

“They say she’s his only daughter. Of course, he’d hesitate.”

“Delaying the press conference for thirty minutes—or even six months—won’t change a thing!”

Keira took a deep breath.

Whoever that person was, they were crafty—stirring up tension and then going silent, making it hard to pinpoint their identity. But did they really think they could stay hidden from her?

A sharp look flashed in Keira’s eyes as she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Ellis.

On stage, Ellis felt his phone buzz. A quick glance at the screen made him pause, but then he looked out over the crowd and quickly spotted Keira, wearing a baseball cap and mask.

Suppressing a smile, he cleared his throat and addressed the reporters, “Yes, my uncle has a valid reason for the delay, and we ask for your patience. In fact, Olsen Group is willing to compensate you for your time. But let me tell you, my uncle’s time… you couldn’t afford it.”

The room erupted in chaos!

Almost every reporter began shouting.

“What reason could he possibly have?”

“Mr. Ellis, what do you mean by this? Are you insulting us?”

“This is outrageous! So, Uncle Olsen’s time is valuable, but ours isn’t? Who talks like that?”

“Exactly! And buying our time? That’s just humiliating!”

“This is ridiculous! Forget the gift—I want the press conference to start on time!”

“I don’t care if your family is making billion-dollar deals! Why should that make us wait?”

The more vocal the crowd became, the easier it would be for Keira to identify the one who wasn’t speaking—the one she was after.