Chapter 257: Recognition


    Uncle Olsen’s gaze swept over her before settling back on the coffin. He hesitated as he observed Keira, his brows slightly furrowing.


    Keira was still unaware of his identity and asked, “Handsome Uncle, what’s wrong?”


    Uncle Olsen was still frowning.


    They had originally made ns to dine together, but then Jodie South arrived, followed by the news that her daughter had been kidnapped, out at sea.


    He immediately arranged to mobilize all the manpower he could in Oceanion, even calling people from nce, to search the sea, and eventually, they pulled up a bloated corpse.


    The face of the corpse was swollen from being in the water, rendering it unrecognizable.


    Jodie South took one look and said it wasn’t her daughter.


    However, the police immediately conducted a DNAparison, confirming the identity of the deceased.


    Jodie was ovee with shock at the revtion and fainted, remaining unconscious until now.


    That old scoundrel Taylor had been by Jodie’s side the whole time.


    Uncle Olsen was there today to represent Jodie and to see her daughter off on herst journey.


    It simply wasn’t right for someone to be buried without any kin by their side. But he had never expected to encounter his young friend in such a ce. He looked at Keira again. “You know Mrs. Horton…?”


    Keira pursed her lips, looking down as she lied, “Yes, I’m her high school ssmate.”


    Uncle Olsen nodded and apologized. “Sorry that I didn’t show up as we nned that day. I had to leave early due to an urgent matter…”


    Only now did Keira realize that she also hadn’t made it to the meal with Uncle Olsen that day.


    Her throat tightened as she waved her hand dismissively. “I happened to have something urgent that day too.”


    It was a matter of life and death.


    Seeing a flicker of pain in her eyes, Uncle Olsen broached another subject. “You know Mrs. Horton, so do you also know her mother Mrs. Olsen?”


    Keira was taken aback. “What about her?”


    Uncle Olsen looked down, sighing silently. “I’ve heard she’s not doing well. If you’re Mrs. Horton’s ssmate, perhaps you could visit Mrs. Olsen sometime.”


    At this, Keira grew anxious. “Mrs. Olsen is not doing well?”


    Uncle Olsen nodded.


    Immediately, Keira said, “I’ll go see her right away!”


    She turned to leave, but Howard grabbed her arm. “Keera, where have you just been? Don’t wander around at the Horton’s ce!”


    Keira frowned and after a moment’s thought, she said, “I heard that Mrs. Horton’s mother, Mrs. Olsen, isn’t well. I was nning to pay her a visit.”


    Howard’s eyes lit up at her words. “You’ve finally learned to mingle? I’ve heard that Mr. Horton is deeplymitted to Mrs. Horton. If you can win over Mrs. Olsen, it’ll be very beneficial to ourpany down the line!”


    But he hesitated. “But I’m not done here yet…”


    Anyone who could pay their respects at the Horton residence was a major figure in their industry. He had just made the acquaintance of several such people and wasn’t ready to leave.


    Keira immediately said, “You stay here. I’ll go alone. We’ll meet up at the hotel in the evening.”


    “Fine.”


    Keira turned and left the room.


    Howard was ready to mingle with the others when he heard a voice. “Is that your wife?”


    Turning to Uncle Olsen, who exuded an extraordinary presence, Howard smiled and said, “Yes, that’s my wife, Keera South. She’s a high school ssmate of Mrs. Horton, and they were especially close. So, when we heard about what happened to Mrs. Horton, she came right away!”


    But Uncle Olsen seemed taken aback, his keen senses picking up on something. “Your wife’s surname is South?”


    Howard was surprised. “Yes, that’s right!”


    Uncle Olsen’s brows knitted together. “That surname is umon.”


    “Indeed, you don’t see that often…”


    Uncle Olsen suddenly asked, “Did she inherit thatst name from her father?” Howard immediately frowned, afraid of slipping up. “Who are you? Why are you prying into other people’s privacy?”


    Uncle Olsen paused momentarily, then suddenly extended his hand. “I’m Sam Olsen.”


    Howard was stunned and immediately overjoyed. “You’re Uncle Olsen?! Forgive my rudeness. I didn’t recognize you!”


    Keira left the house, wearing a mask.


    But when she got outside, she found that there were too many cars lined up. Many people hade to offer their condolences and, like Howard, they were trying to get to know more people, so they moved slowly.


    This meant the exit was clear, but the entrance waspletely blocked. Even if she called a cab now, she feared the vehicle wouldn’t be able to squeeze in.


    Keira was getting anxious.


    At that moment, she saw a car entering nearby. It had just stopped at the entrance, ready to turn and get out.


    Among the horde of vehicles, it stood out conspicuously-it was Samuel’s ostentatious yellow sports car!


    Keira walked straight to it and saw Samuel on the phone.


    Samuel’s eyes were swollen from crying, seemingly having wept for quite a while.


    He was still crying on the phone. “Our boss is dead. I’m not in the mood for a meeting! Cancel, cancel, cancel! I know this document is important, but today is my boss’s funeral. I have to be here to say the final farewell to her! Postpone all meetings for me!”


    Samuel rubbed his eyes, nced at the cars ahead, and cursed. “These damn people,ing just for show. How many of them truly came to mourn our boss?! They’re blocking the road, and it’s so frustrating!”


    He swung the sports car door open and got out.


    He then cursed angrily at Tom. “What’s going on here? How can you let just anyone in?! Among all these people, how many are sincere about my boss?!”


    Tom sighed. “Listen to yourself. Never mind, I know you’re upset, so I won’t hold it against you today!”


    Samuel wanted to say more, but Keira was already seated in his driver’s seat and flooring the elerator. She turned the car around, immediately heading for the exit.


    Hearing the car’s noise, Samuel immediately rushed over, but could only get into the passenger seat.


    He bellowed, “Who the hell are you? How dare you steal my sports car?!”


    Keira ignored his angry shouting, started the car, and headed toward the hospital.


    Sitting in the passenger seat, Samuel’s heart was heavy with grief. He cried and cursed. “Why am I so unlucky? Losing my boss was bad enough, and now you’re stealing my beloved sports car in broad daylight?


    “Damn you, car thief! Stop the car on the side of the road right now! I’m not in


    a good mood today, and I might not hold it against you…


    “My poor boss… Why did you have to leave like this? I was going to bid my boss thest farewell. Can’t you pick a better time for stealing my care? Don’t you have any conscience? Among all these people, I’m the only one truly here to mourn. How can you steal my car?!”


    Keira said, “…Shut up!”


    Hearing this familiar voice, Samuel instinctively closed his mouth, but the next moment he suddenly realized something, and started crying even harder. “Your voice, it’s so simr to my boss’s! If my boss were still alive, I would never let her get upset again. I’d have her focus on retiring…”


    Unable to stand his noise anymore, Keira silently removed her mask and looked at him.


    Samuel immediately yelled. “Great, now the car thief dares to take off the mask! I’ll definitely take a picture of you and hand you over to the police!”


    His crying eyes had swelled into slits.


    But after saying this, he got a clear look at Keira’s face.


    The moment he saw her, Samuel’s crying came to an abrupt halt.


    “What…”


    His eyes widened in shock, and he pointed at her, “You, you, you…”


    He thought he had seen a ghost!!