My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

In the following days, she settled down and started to look into everything that belonged to Keera with Amy by her side.

Samuel had already turned Keera’s information upside down and even found out which elementary school

she attended.

Keera’s life appeared ordinary and unremarkable.

She was an orphan, and her adoptive parents had passed away, leaving her this villa and a small company

She brought Howard into her family by marrying him, and their daughter Amy’s full name was Amy South, taking Keera’s surname.

Since getting married, Keera had never worked; she handed the company over to Howard and took care of her husband and child at home.

What gave Keira a headache was that before marrying

Howard, Keera had signed a prenup.

No matter whose fault it was, if the two got divorced, the custody of the child would go to Howard.

That was why, even though Keera knew about Howard’s affair, she never dared to mention divorce.

What a disaster.

How-love-struck was Keera to sign such an agreement!

No wonder Howard had such a tight grip on her.

Amy was her life, so how could she possibly consider divorce for her sake?

And as long as Howard didn’t divorce, he could d her money and keep his mistress. It seemed th

mistress might be pregnant…

While Keira was sorting out Keera’s various docu in the study, Howard walked in and threw a thousa

dollars at her. “Here, this month’s allowance.”

Keira was startled. “So little?”

This was Clance, where even the monthly property

management fee for the villa was several hundred dollars. What was left would barely be enough to buy some formula for Amy.

Howard scoffed. “If it’s too little, then you’ll just have to spend it frugally! Some people’s monthly salary is only a few hundred, and they live just fine. Why can’t you manage?”

Keira frowned. “I…”

Before she could finish, Howard interjected. “Don’t ask me for money. I don’t have any!”

Keira frowned. “How can you not have any? The company pays you a salary of twelve thousand eve month…”

“Don’t I have to pay taxes?”

Howard impatiently said, “Besides, Cindy is pregnant now, carrying the Smith family’s eldest grandson. If she’s in a bad mood, I should at least buy her a bag,

right?”

Howard’s mother sneered. “If you spend less on formula for Amy, you’ll have enough. Howard earns his money through hard work. Can’t you be a little more frugal and considerate? You couldn’t even please Mr.

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Horton. After all these days, he hasn’t bothered to

check on you once. You really got a poor bargain sleeping with him!”

Keira was perplexed.

The company used to pay Keera a dividend each month, but since the tax on dividends was high, they switched to paying Howard a salary instead.

Keera really didn’t leave any backup for herself at all. She took a deep breath. “The property management fee is a thousand a month, utilities add up to a bit less than 200, and this year’s heating

fee still hasn’t been paid. They’ve been hounding me for it. What’s thousand dollars going to do? A bag for your i costs tens of thousands at least, doesn’t it?”

Howard scoffed. “Keera, why have you become s vulgar, only talking to me about money? Where is high-mindedness? This really disappoints me!”

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Leaving those words behind, he turned to his mothe “Mom, I guess we can’t count on Mr. Horton anymor We’ve definitely eaten a silent loss. I haven’t seen Cindy in a few days, I’ll visit her today.”

“Go go!”

Howard slammed the door and left.

Howard’s mother then looked at Keira with scorn. “Keera, if you can’t keep your husband, it’s your own lack of ability. You should look for the problem within yourself! Stop complaining about this and that all the time! Besides, you are now like a worn-out shoe, filthy to death. Howard doesn’t even want to touch you!”

Keira stared at her. “Then let’s get a divorce.”

“Divorce?” Howard’s mother sounded as if she heard a joke. “The prenuptial agreement made it clear that if we divorce, Amy will stay with us.”

Having said that, Howard’s mother laughed aga ut I’m not unreasonable. Amy’s just a girl, and we, Smith family, don’t really want her. I can speak t Howard for you. As long as you transfer the villa a the

company to him, then you can keep Amy!”

Keira frowned. “Where would Amy and I live? How would we survive afterward?”

“Are you missing hands or feet? Besides, just any place will do for you two women to live! The family assets are to be passed on to the boys in the future!”

After going that Howard’s mother stored at har “If

you want to divorce, you can only choose between the child and the family wealth!”

Keira frowned.

Howard’s mother scoffed. “Can’t let go of your little family wealth, can you? Then keep your mouth shut, serve Howard well, and make him satisfied. You might get a little more spending money each month that

way.”

Leaving those words behind, she went out to dance in

the square.

Keira stayed at home with a tight frown.

She sneered and then went into the bedroom to

Amy.

Her phone pinged twice, and it was a message from Amy’s early education teacher, reminding her that it was time to renew Amy’s classes…

But inside Keera’s bank card, there were only a few

hundred dollars.

How utterly pathetic and pitiable!

Keira sighed again.

How on earth did Keera end up leading such a life?!

She sighed silently; her eyes gradually turned steely. novelbin

Having figured out Keera’s daily routine these past few days, it was now time for her to collect debts for

Keera!

Although she needed to use Keera’s identity to survive, she had no intention of allowing herself to live so

stifled.

Just as she thought this, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw a message from Uncle Olsen. “Little friend, have you returned to Clance?”

This was their first contact since coming back fr

Oceanion.

Keira looked down, replying to the message. “I ha there something you need?”

Uncle Olsen had been investigating Mrs. Olsen’s whereabouts lately with absolutely no leads.

It was as if she had evaporated from this world.

Feeling utterly clueless and not knowing where to

start, he had no choice but to return defeated.

This reminded him of Keira.

But was this response… a bit too indifferent?

Uncle Olsen rubbed his tired and foggy head, looking toward Ellis. “Why do I feel like Keera is a bit cold towards me?”

Ellis had also returned from Oceanion and upon hearing this, he said, “Perhaps there’s a misunderstanding? Uncle, who exactly is this Keera that you are so concerned about?”

That’s when something occurred to Uncle Olsen, and he suddenly said, “Bring me my bag.”

His secretary immediately brought over his b

Uncle Olsen then opened the bag, and Ellis wa he took out from it a teacup.

Ellis was baffled. “Uncle, this is… a Fragrance Hall teacup? Wait, you were just eating. Why did you sn a teacup home?”

Uncle Olsen tossed him the teacup, which was sealed in a vacuum bag. “This was used by