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My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 861
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Keira twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard that.

She recalled a joke she'd once read: someone went undercover in an enemy organization, worked hard for years,

and eventually becthe second-in-command. They called their people back home, exasperated, saying,

"When are you coming to get me? If you wait any longer, I'll end up running the place!"

And now, as absurd as it seemed, she couldn't believe something similar was happening to her.

Keira sighed. "Things seem... pretty casual over there."

"Ha! Casual enough that you're not thinking about coming back, are you?" Erin's voice suddenly cut through,

dripping with sarcasm.

Keira turned, confused. "You're still upset? Wasn't all of that just an act?"

"It was an act," Erin snapped. "But then you said sthings that really got under my skin. Now? Now I'm

actually mad!" Her tone turned sharp, almost tearful. "Keira Olsen, you are just... too much!"

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With that, Erin stormed off.

Keira stared after her, baffled. "Is she for real?"

Jenkins, leaning against the wall nearby, smirked. "Oh, she's for real. Didn't you see her? Crying like it's some

Shakespearean tragedy."

Keira rubbed her temple. "All | said was... what exactly?"

"Doesn't matter what you said—it's the way you said it," Jenkins replied, shifting into a more relaxed posture.

"You know, most jerks? Their downfall's usually about their attitude. Congrats, Keira. You're officially a jerk."

Keira gave her a look. "I don't get it, but sure. Thanks for the input. Anyway, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up

now."

"Wait, hold up," Jenkins said, laughing. "You thinking about challenging Eagle? If you pull it off, you'll end up as

the top dog. The rest of us might as well pack it up—no contest left."

Keira paused, considering. "They're not that careless. You think they'd really letget that far?"

Jenkins's grin widened. "As long as you're keeping your guard up, that's all | care about. But lettell you—

Eagle's no joke. She's been scheming since we were kids. At three, she was already pulling strings to get the rest

of us to share our snacks. She's like a hawk, watching everything from above. Trust me, we got scammed plenty

in daycare."

Keira chuckled faintly. "Noted. Thanks."

After hanging up, Keira turned to Lewis.

He cut straight to the point. "In any organization, people only remember the leader. Nobody cares who's second

—or fifth."

Keira nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. | just want a chance to talk to Eagle. Clear the air."

At the very least, she needed to make sure Eagle stayed in her lane while Keira handled the South family. She

couldn't afford distractions.

With that in mind, Keira opened her group chat. Eagle's profile picture was—unsurprisingly—a soaring eagle. She

hesitated briefly before sending a friend request with a single message: "I'm Rabbit."

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Then she waited.

And waited.

No response. No acceptance.

Keira stared at the chat, her mind racing with plans for what might cnext. The South family might appear to

be living idyllic lives, but behind the facade lay their twisted reality: women reduced to mere tools of

reproduction in their matriarchal system. Each woman was expected to have multiple husbands, their worth tied

solely to bearing children. It disgusted her.

Hours passed. Still no response.

Frustration simmered as Keira got up and threw herself into work. At least when she was working, tmoved

faster. One hour went by. Then two. Then four.

Finally, her phone buzzed. She snatched it up to find a notification: Eagle had accepted your request.

Keira quickly opened the chat, ready to make her move—only for Eagle to send the first message: "I'm Eagle. |

know who you are."

Keira's heart skipped a beat. The weight of those words hit hard, carrying an unmistakable sense of menace.

Does she know I'm not Keera?