How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire-Chapter 22 -

Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Keira Olsen was hoping she’d remember some crucial clue.

For example, how did the little old lady come to know her?

Or, how did she and Lewis Horton end up getting married?

“What secret does grandma actually have?”

Keira Olsen asked expectantly.

With a mischievous air, the little old lady began, “That brat has an unknown weakness that I’m going to tell you about now. If he ever bullies you, you fight back!”

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Keira Olsen: “…” She wasn’t actually very interested.

But the little old lady was enthusiastic: “Don’t be fooled by his tough and unapproachable demeanor, he’s actually afraid of cats.”

Keira Olsen was momentarily stunned.

She suddenly remembered a little brother she knew as a child who was also afraid of cats…

But he was just a kid; could Lewis Horton, standing at a towering six feet two inches, really be afraid of cats?

The little old lady then asked, “Granddaughter-in-law, do you prefer cats or dogs?”

“Dogs.”

She used to like cats too, but since the little brother didn’t like them, she stopped liking them as well.

Keira Olsen quickly understood why the little old lady had asked that question.

The next day, on the top floor of Horton Group.

“Woof! Woof!” A cute little Shiba Inu was wagging its tail and circling Keira Olsen.

Tom Davis was speechless: “The task that old Mrs. Horton has arranged for Miss Olsen, is to take care of this little puppy.”

Lewis Horton: “…”

They say elderly people return to a childlike state of mind as they age, acting on a whim.

But to have the job be petting a dog… that was just absurd!

He ordered, “Take her… take them to the New Energy Research and Development Department Group for orientation.”

This had been his plan all along.

The New Energy Research and Development Department wasn’t involved with the core of the group, yet it was crucial for the future development of the group; placing her there to see what slips she might make.

Tom Davis immediately nodded.

Keira Olsen didn’t mind these arrangements. She picked up the puppy and followed Tom Davis, asking, “Does it have a name?”

Tom Davis: “No, old Mrs. Horton said you should name it.”

Keira Olsen glanced at Lewis Horton, who was sulking, and suddenly smiled mischievously: “Then let’s call it Kitty.”

“You want to name a dog Kitty?”

“Is that not okay?”

“…It’s fine.”

…

The New Energy Research and Development Department was on the 38th floor of Horton Group.

In the elevator.

Tom Davis said, “Miss Olsen, most of our employees in the research and development department are PhDs, the least being graduate students from prestigious universities, and you’re the first with just a bachelor’s degree! Take this opportunity to learn earnestly from your seniors here; it will benefit your future greatly. This special arrangement is the boss’s way of rewarding you for pampering old Mrs. Horton—no need to feel indebted, of course.”

Keira Olsen: “…” That really wasn’t necessary.

“Right, about your relationship with the boss, he doesn’t wish to make it public to avoid any complications should you divorce in the future.”

Keira Olsen gave him a look, saying lazily: “That suits me just fine, as I happen to share that concern.”

Tom Davis: ?

This woman actually despises the boss?

He wanted to say something more, but the elevator arrived.

The New Energy Research and Development Department was divided into two groups, located on the left and right sides of the elevator, with a common resting area in the middle.

As soon as Kiera Olsen stepped out of the elevator, she heard several male colleagues chatting:

“I heard we’re getting a young and beautiful intern in our group today!”

“Wow! Our monk temple is finally going to have a beauty! That’s awesome!”

Someone from the second group scoffed: “Our group is about to invite Dr. South for technical support, what’s so special about an undergraduate intern? Is she just a pretty face to act as a vase?”

The first group glared at him, ready to retort, but a scolding voice came: “A bunch of grown men gossiping like women? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

The man speaking was Jalen Riley, the team leader of the first group, around 26 or 27 years old, tall and handsome, with an impatient look on his face, and an air of arrogance.

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Everyone immediately scattered.

He frowned as he sized up Kiera Olsen and said discontentedly, “Mr. Davis, an undergraduate with no experience at all, and you dare to just shove her in my team?”

Tom Davis apologized with a smile: “The boss told me to do it.”

Jalen Riley still displeased, looked down on Kiera Olsen arrogantly, “I don’t care who you are, in my team, you follow my rules! Next time don’t bring a dog to work!”

Kiera Olsen didn’t explain much: “Okay.”

Only then did Jalen Riley point to an empty office for her workstation.

After she went in, he looked at Tom Davis: “Mr. Davis, this is the last time. Of course, if my cousin can manage to hire Dr. South, you can give me a hundred and eighty clients with connections, and I won’t complain!”

Being a distant relative of the Horton family, he joined Horton Group relying on his own abilities!

That’s why he hated clients with connections the most!

…

This was Kiera Olsen’s first day at work, and it was quite novel to her.

No one had assigned her any tasks, and she enjoyed the freedom.

She played with “the kitten” in the office for a while until the little guy curled up in a corner, basking in the sun and fell asleep.

Only then did she stand up, gently get up, close the office door, and prepare to head to the Horton Group’s research and development department’s data library.

Only by creating a specific drug for Alzheimer’s disease and improving old Mrs. Horton’s health could she remember something, then maybe she would understand the ins and outs of her inexplicable marriage to Lewis Horton!

Kiera Olsen asked a colleague who seemed more gentle and introverted: “I’d like to look up some materials, could you tell me how to get to the data library?”

The male colleague blushed, about to give her directions, when a questioning voice came: “What do you need from the data library?”

Kiera Olsen turned around and saw it was Jalen Riley.

She answered, “I want to study a bit.”

Jalen Riley immediately scoffed, “You? What right does an undergraduate have to enter the data library? That place is full of technical knowledge on the level of international puzzles, you’d better understand the basic theory of our group before you talk!”

Kiera Olsen: “…”

She took out her phone, intending to go straight to Lewis Horton, as having privileges certainly meant using them!

But before she could send a message, Jalen Riley spoke up: “It’s no use who you contact, I am not some low-level employee they can easily push around. Once you’re in my team, do your job and don’t go around putting on airs and annoying people!”

The gentle-looking male colleague suddenly spoke up: “Team leader, she graduated from Oceanion University. Her transcript shows she didn’t do badly on her specialized courses…”

Jalen Riley immediately retorted: “What’s the use of that knowledge from books? Isn’t every fresh graduate a novice when they start working?”

He casually picked up a stack of materials from the male colleague’s desk and threw it into Kiera Olsen’s hands: “This is the new energy project our team is currently working on; ask her if she understands it. Newcomers need to look the part!”

Kiera Olsen glanced down at the project document and quickly flipped through it…

Jalen Riley couldn’t help but say: “Flipping so fast, do you think you are Dr. South? If you don’t understand, don’t waste everyone’s time and roll back to your office!”

It was said that Dr. South had the ability to read lines with a single glance, reading very quickly.

Upon hearing this, Kiera Olsen looked up and said coldly, “Who said I don’t understand?”