Isla Olsen was confused and puzzled, "Who is Lewis Horton? Is he formidable?"
Keira Olsen was also curious and listened attentively.
She had so connections in Oceanion but had never heard of the na Lewis Horton.
Taylor Olsen explained, "It's normal that you don't recognize him; he is quite secretive, and even I haven't t him. He is Jake Horton's younger uncle, only 28 years old and has now beco the real power holder of the Horton Family!"
Poppy Hill instinctively exclaid, "Then wouldn't he be a better match for Isla than Jake?"
Being a power holder is much more powerful than any legitimate grandson of the first branch!
Taylor Olsen was annoyed, "Nonsense, Mr. Horton is already married!"
Keira Olsen narrowed her eyes.
Married...
If the person on the marriage certificate is really him, then it seems Lewis Horton would know what's going on.
Poppy Hill was slightly disappointed, "Who is his wife? To be even more fortunate than Isla."
Keira Olsen's gaze imdiately turned straight to Taylor Olsen, but she heard him say, "I don't know, they say both he and his wife don't enjoy socializing."
Taylor Olsen frowned and pondered, "I don't know why he would co over on short notice today..."
The Horton Family was the top wealthy family in Oceanion, and the power holder had an exceedingly prestigious status.
The Olsen Family's standing was only moderately above average; this marriage itself was Isla reaching high above her station for Jake Horton. It would be enough if the power holder just attended the wedding, so why would he personally visit on a betrothal day?
However, Poppy Hill decisively said, "It must be because Isla is so outstanding that she caught the attention of the Hortons! Isla, this diamond necklace won't stand out enough. With such an important elder visiting today, you should choose sothing more elegant to wear!"
She stuffed the printout she hadn't finished looking at back into Keira Olsen's hands and anxiously took Isla to re-select jewelry.
She was even more invested than Mrs. Olsen, Isla's birth mother.
Keira Olsen sneered sarcastically.
"Sir, the Hortons are almost here."
The butler's reminder caused Taylor Olsen to turn and go downstairs, passing by Keira Olsen and casually saying, "It's been a long ti since you've been ho, have a cup of joyous wine before you go."
Keira Olsen took the chance to nod.
She was going to stay and see who Lewis Horton really was!
In the room, Poppy Hill had chosen the jewelry for Isla and was helping her put it on herself.
Looking at the radiant girl in front of her, Poppy Hill's eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy and satisfaction.
Over twenty years ago, if it weren't for the appearance of Mrs. Olsen, Jodie South, she would have been the one to marry Taylor Olsen!
She despised Jodie South, and so, on purpose, caused trouble to have their babies on the sa day and switched the two children at the hospital.
Now, her daughter was finally going to marry off in glory, and Jodie South will even prepare a generous dowry for her!
While Keira Olsen could only marry off as an illegitimate daughter, penniless, to a little punk!!
How the tables have turned, this is what Mrs. Olsen owes her!
Downstairs.
Keira Olsen leaned lazily in the dim corner next to the staircase, staring in the direction of the door, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Hortons.
After so ti, Mrs. Olsen appeared, coming down from upstairs with the help of a servant. She wore a purple cheongsam; her figure slightly thin, emanating the profound air of a scholar, and a cool aura.
The servant said softly, "Madam, you're not in good health, better not to co down."
Mrs. Olsen shook her head, "No... cough cough... Isla's big day... cough cough... I cannot miss it..."
They didn't notice Keira Olsen as they moved toward the door.
Keira Olsen watched Mrs. Olsen's retreating figure, her eyes filled with longing.
It's ironic, Mrs. Olsen, who should have had every right to hate her, was the only warmth she knew in the Olsen family.
Poppy Hill was nothing like a mother, often forgetting to feed her when she was a child.
Young and emaciated, she had barely learned to walk when she started rummaging through the trash can for food.
After being discovered by Mrs. Olsen one day, she began to leave food for her in the garden at a set ti every day.
It went on like this for twelve years.
If it weren't for Mrs. Olsen's kindness, she would have starved to death long ago.
Watching Mrs. Olsen's receding figure, hearing her occasional coughs, Keira Olsen's brow furrowed with worry.
Just then, there was a stir at the entrance—the Hortons had arrived!
Taylor Olsen and Mrs. Olsen greeted them at the doorway, exchanging pleasantries before stepping aside to let a group of people march in.
Kiera spotted Lewis Horton at first glance.
He was wearing a tailored black designer suit, leading the way like the moon surrounded by stars. His face was even more sculpted than in photos, the contours sharp, with a clearly defined jawline.
The man's deep eyes seed unfathomable, his thin lips exuded a coolness, and his every move carried an air of nobility.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, the man suddenly looked over.
For a mont, their eyes t.
His piercing look made Keira's heart tremble, and just as she tried to discern his emotions, he averted his eyes to sowhere else.
This left Keira sowhat confused.
Was he behaving like this because he recognized her, or because he didn't?
Mr. Olsen said with a smile, "Mr. Horton, where is your wife? Didn't she co with you?"
At these words, Kiera felt as though Lewis Horton had glanced at her again before he replied indifferently, "She's indisposed."
The group chatted as they made their way to the parlor.
Jake Horton, who had pursued her for four years, followed behind their elders. Dressed in a suit, he had gained a mature steadiness since college. He didn't notice Keira and was chatting absentmindedly with Isla Olsen.
Everyone gathered around Lewis Horton on the main seat, starting to discuss the marriage arrangents.
It was then that Keira stepped out of the shadows.
She stood quietly, watching the bustle in the parlor.
Suddenly, her arm was yanked. Poppy Hill hissed, "Keira Olsen, what are you still doing here? Have you not given up on Jake Horton yet? Let tell you, he's your brother-in-law now!"
Keira shook off her grip, scoffing, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in being a howrecker. It's Mr. Olsen who told to stay for a celebration drink."
From the ti she understood the concept, she had always referred to Taylor Olsen as "Mr. Olsen."
Poppy Hill was so angry that she clenched her teeth, "That was just his being polite, and you took it seriously? Do you really not know your place? Even I can't afford to disgrace the Olsens at such an event, let alone you, an illegitimate daughter. Do you think you deserve to be at the table? Get out of here right now."
... Endless nagging, so annoying!
Keira frowned impatiently, about to retort, when she caught a glimpse of Lewis Horton rising to his feet out of the corner of her eye. He gestured at his phone and then headed towards the balcony, presumably to take a call.
Keira's eyes lit up, "Fine, I'm going."
She brushed Poppy Hill off casually and walked out the parlor door but didn't leave. Instead, she turned in the direction of the balcony.
The first-floor balcony led to the small garden outside.
No sooner had Keira approached than the man on the phone hung up, his expression stern as he fixed her with a sharp gaze.
Keira stopped in her tracks.
Facing his dangerous look, she suddenly curved her lips and called out tentatively, "Honey?"
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