My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

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Scott was perplexed. "You want to meet her?"

"Yes."

"...Why?"

Scott's eyes lit up. He wondered if Miss Olsen could be interested in him as well.

But he didn't dare say that out loud.

Keira lowered her gaze and said, "It's nothing. Is she in Crera?"

"Yes, she came with Erin, and now she's living at my house, and... my grandfather is here."

Scott showed a troubled expression.

As soon as his grandfather arrived, he pressured Scott to marry his cousin.

But he had absolutely no feelings for Vera!

He didn't want to get married!

Yet his grandfather was the head of the family, practically the one who could decide Scott's marriage with a single word, rendering his resistance futile.

All he could say was that he was already in love with someone.

But his grandfather insisted on meeting the woman...

At this thought, Scott looked toward Keira, his eyes lighting up suddenly. "How about you come to my place to hang out with us tomorrow?"

Keira thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay."

She would go and see that Vera South.

If things were as she expected, Vera would definitely be Fox.

Scott then bowed his head, a smile breaking across his face.

While they were talking, in the kitchen, Peter and the maids had quickly whipped up a few more dishes and placed them on the dining table.

After Keira and Lewis finished eating, they took Amy upstairs.

Her room was already arranged, a suite suitable for a family of three to live in.

The rest of the people also went back to their respective rooms. The Olsen brothers, who rarely came back together, gathered to play cards.

Susan looked displeased as she watched Peter, and then she left the room.

Just as she stepped out of the card room, she bumped into the maid, Jenkins, colliding with the latter full-on.

Jenkins was carrying a fruit plate, which was scattered on the ground by the collision. She had been trained in etiquette and knew not to blame the host family, so she immediately apologized and started picking up the things from the floor.

The butler had said that the house owners were very amiable and that an immediate apology would make everything fine.

But Susan kicked at her unexpectedly, knocking Jenkins to the ground.

Jenkins was stunned.

Looking down from her height, Susan spoke with disgust. "In this house, even a maid thinks she can disrespect me now!"

Jenkins quickly waved her hands. "I didn't mean it, Miss Simpson. It was an accident. I didn't do it on purpose, I..."

Before she could finish, Susan pointed at her own clothes, angrily saying, "You've smeared my clothes, and you must compensate me! Otherwise, I won't let you off!"

Jenkins bit her lip in anger.

After a long while, she took a deep breath. "Fine, how much is it? I'll pay you."

She would just have to consider herself unlucky.

But as soon as she had spoken, she heard Susan say indifferently, "Thirteen thousand dollars."

"What?!"

Jenkins was shocked and looked at Susan in disbelief.

She looked at Susan's clothes in shock. "These clothes are worth thirteen thousand?"

Susan sneered. "Of course. How could someone as poor as you recognize that? Can you afford this dress? If not, it'll be deducted from your salary!"

Jenkins bit her lip with tears in her eyes, but she took a deep breath. "Miss Simpson, this is beyond my capabilities. Besides, it was you who didn't look where you were going and bumped into me."

Susan immediately responded angrily, "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of being blind?"

"I didn't say that, I…"

"What then?!"

Susan took a step forward and slapped Jenkins across the face!

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the corridor.

Jenkins was stunned. She covered her face and then glared at Susan before retaliating with a slap.

Susan was shocked. "You're just a maid! How dare you hit me?"

Jenkins scoffed. "It's the twenty-first century; everyone is equal. What's wrong with being a maid? Does that make me inferior? What kind of an idea is that?"

Susan breathed heavily, furiously staring at Jenkins.

"What's going on here?"

At that moment, they heard Peter's voice.

Susan quickly went up to him, speaking in a whiny tone. "Peter, she wasn't watching where she was going and smeared my dress. She even hit me!"

Peter looked toward Jenkins.

Jenkins pointed to her cheek. "I should have a slap mark on my face, too, right? Miss Simpson, why do you like to make biased complaints so much? Aren't you going to mention the slap you gave me?"

Susan said with a mix of grievance and anger, "Peter, do you see? I just can't marry you and live in this house! Your sister targets me, and even a mere maid doesn't respect me! Is she under someone else's orders, which is why she dares to treat me this way?"

Jenkins was about to roll her eyes. "Do you have a persecution complex or something?"

Susan grew furious. "What did you say?!"

Peter sighed. "Susan, it's enough. What's the point in arguing with a maid? It's just a dress. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow and transfer you the money in a bit!"

Susan took a deep breath but kept her gaze on Jenkins.

By now, quite a few of the household staff had gathered around.

Susan felt if they found out she had been humiliated and still let Jenkins go unpunished, what kind of authority would she have in the Olsen family afterward?

Susan's eyes were filled with tears. "Peter, I saved your life. You promised you wouldn't let me suffer any grievances. Is this your idea of no grievances?"

She lowered her head and wiped her eyes. "I was impulsive when I hit her, but what right does a maid have to hit back? She must apologize to me for this!"

Upon hearing this, Jenkins snorted, "That's impossible!"

Susan immediately looked at her and said, "Peter, do you see? Because you always fail to defend me, I have such a low status in this family! Are you going to stand by and watch me being bullied?!"

Peter paused for a moment, then helplessly turned to Jenkins. "Regardless of everything, you shouldn't have hit her. For that, you should apologize to Susan!"

Jenkins asked, "Why should I?"

Peter said, "Because I'm the head of this house. Are you going to apologize or not? If you don't, I'll have the housekeeper fire you!"

Fire her?

The Olsen family's domestic staff enjoyed less workload and higher pay; many sought such positions. How could Jenkins afford to lose this hard-earned job?

She pointed at Susan furiously. "Just because she saved you once, you're biased toward her?"

Peter said, "Yes! Susan saved my life, so of course, I won't let her be wronged! You don't have to pay for the dress. Just bow and apologize, and that will be enough!"

Jenkins's eyes turned red. "What if I had saved you as well?"