# Chapter 548: The Weight of Hidden Strength
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 548 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." In this chapter, we witness a fascinating morning in the Olsen household—where running competitions reveal hidden talents, peculiar habits expose secret motives, and a simple shopping trip turns into a battle of wits between a clever maid and a jealous fiancée.
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Uncle Olsen's voice rang out, crisp and commanding: "Begin."
The Olsen family members sprang into motion, their feet pounding against the manicured grounds of the family estate. Keira moved gracefully among her brothers, neither sprinting ahead nor falling behind. Her sharp eyes observed everything—the way her eldest and second uncles immediately slowed to a leisurely stroll once the race began, exempt from the physical contest due to their age.
But Uncle Olsen? He was something else entirely.
The man kept pace with the younger generation as if he were their age, running steadily beside them, guiding their rhythm like a seasoned shepherd steering his flock. Keira's eyes darkened with understanding. This was why the Olsen brothers were different from the heirs of other wealthy families. In other households, brothers would tear each other apart for inheritance rights. But the Olsens? They loved each other. There was never any dispute.
Ellis ran stride for stride with Uncle Olsen at the front, while the others trailed behind. Gradually, some began to lag. Poor Peter—the family's designated weakling—was already gasping for air, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow as he glanced at Keira.
"Little sister, you must be tired. Well..." He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening.
Wait. Why was *he* drenched in sweat while his little sister looked completely unbothered?
That made no sense whatsoever!
Peter furrowed his brows and clamped his mouth shut. He refused to complain about being tired anymore. How could he lag behind his little sister? What a laughingstock that would be! With gritted teeth, he pushed forward. Normally, he would start looking for excuses to quit after just one kilometer. Today, he had somehow managed three.
When he turned to check on Keira again, she still showed no signs of fatigue. Peter glanced at his other brothers. Most were sweating. Even James—the fittest among them—showed signs of strain. Only three people in the entire group seemed unaffected: Uncle Olsen, James, and Keira.
Uncle Olsen's fitness was legendary—the best of his generation in both physical ability and business acumen. James, as a disciple of the Freeman Sect, underwent training far more intense than this morning jog. But Keira?
*How could that be?!*
Peter wasn't the only one stunned. His other brothers exchanged bewildered glances. They had initially planned to go easy on their sister, but it seemed she didn't need their charity!
Peter couldn't hold back his question any longer. "Aren't you tired?"
Keira replied casually, "What's there to be tired of?"
Peter was speechless. They had already run four kilometers! Four! Geez!
"I'm done," he finally admitted, bending over with his hands on his knees. "I can't do it anymore."
His brothers paid him little mind—for someone who usually quit after two kilometers, four was honestly impressive. But as Peter gasped for air, he suddenly spotted a group of servants approaching from the distance. Among them was Jenkins.
The young maid seemed to have noticed something and looked in their direction.
Peter's eyes widened in panic. He straightened up immediately and started running again. "I've lapped all of you already! Why are you running so slowly?"
His brothers stared at him, utterly confused.
As Peter jogged past the servants, he heard someone comment, "Mr. Peter is so impressive today. He's even taken a lead of one lap."
Peter stole a glance at Jenkins, who immediately smiled and added, "Mr. Peter said yesterday he was going to run ten kilometers today!"
Peter felt his entire body tense up. *Ten kilometers?! When had he ever said that?!*
But he couldn't bring himself to deny it in front of her. All he could do was clench his teeth and keep running until the servants finally entered the house.
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After completing five kilometers, Keira felt pleasantly warm and slightly sweaty. She planned to head back for a shower when her phone rang. It was Scott.
"Didn't you say you'd come over to visit? Can you make it today?" he asked.
Keira raised an eyebrow. "Is your cousin there?"
"You mean Vera?" Scott sounded puzzled. "Yes, she's living at my place."
"Alright, no problem," Keira said. "When should I come over?"
"How about joining us for lunch? I told Grandpa a friend was coming over."
Keira nodded. "Sure."
She hung up and turned around, ready to head inside—only to stop dead in her tracks. There was Peter, sprawled out on the immaculate lawn, lying on his back with his hands behind his head and his legs raised. He was humming a little tune.
"Rusco, slow down. You're walking too fast. Be careful, or my phone won't record the data! They might think I'm cycling!"
Keira followed his gaze and saw the family dog slowly strolling around the yard with Peter's phone strapped to its back.
She was speechless.
She approached Peter. "What are you doing?"
Peter jumped up immediately, looking guilty. "Well, how come you haven't gone back for a shower yet?"
"I got a phone call. But what's going on here?" She pointed at Rusco.
Peter coughed sheepishly. "I just, um, wanted to increase my step count in my health data."
Keira didn't fully understand his reasoning, but she got the gist. She didn't press further and headed back to her room.
"Wait!" Peter called out.
She turned around.
"Could you not tell anyone about me having the dog walk with the phone?"
Keira didn't know what to say. She nodded, somewhat perplexed, and went to her room.
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Nearly an hour later, after washing and blow-drying her hair, Keira finally came downstairs. All her brothers had finished breakfast and gone to work. She was about to head to the dining room when she saw Peter entering from the yard. His face was covered with beads of sweat—obviously sprayed on. He was panting slightly, but his face showed no redness whatsoever.
Peter approached Jenkins immediately and pulled out his phone. "See that? I've run twenty thousand steps just this morning!"
Keira couldn't believe it. Her mouth twitched. So he had used the dog to fake his step count just to show off to Jenkins? What a peculiar habit!
She shook her head in amused resignation and leaned over to watch the spectacle.
Jenkins was stunned too. She had been cleaning the floor when Peter suddenly ran up to her, demanding she look at his phone. She moved around him to continue cleaning while offering casual praise.
"Young Master Peter, you're amazing! You're so fit. If I could get up early to run ten kilometers, I'd be awesome!"
Bolstered by the praise, Peter said, "You could use some running. It's important to keep fit."
Jenkins was tired enough from work and wanted nothing more than to lie down. She could barely believe Peter had said that. She was almost ready to roll her eyes.
But knowing his character and realizing he hadn't meant it maliciously, Jenkins took a deep breath and replied, "Of course, of course, Young Master Peter. You should certainly exercise more and also be careful when driving so you don't get into another accident!"
Peter froze. "How did you know I was in a car accident?"
Jenkins glanced at him. *Of course I know that!* At the time of the accident, Peter had been knocked unconscious. It was *she* who had pulled him out. Without a good deal of strength, how could that have been possible?
She was about to explain when a voice interrupted. "Peter, what are you doing?"
Both of them turned. Susan stood there, her eyes filled with hostility as she sized up Jenkins from head to toe.
Peter immediately walked over. "Susan, you're here already!"
"Yeah, didn't we agree to go try on the wedding dress today?" Susan took his arm, a clear gesture of possession. She had seen from afar how gently Peter spoke to Jenkins—different from how he spoke to Susan. Susan often had to express her needs before Peter thought to fulfill them, but with Jenkins, he seemed so proactive.
A sense of危机 began to grow in Susan's chest.
She stared at Jenkins coldly. "Miss Jenkins, may I ask when you will compensate for my dress?"
A maid like Jenkins certainly couldn't afford to replace Susan's expensive gown. By bringing this up, Susan thought she would force Jenkins to back down. The maid would realize the difference between herself and people like Peter.
But Jenkins simply said, "Right, please wait a moment. I've already bought it." She exchanged a glance with Peter before running toward her room.
Susan looked at Peter in confusion. "She's bought it?"
"Yeah, she bought it last night." Peter answered with a smile, feeling a bit guilty.
"Which floor did she buy it on? It's not a high imitation, is it?"
"How could that be? She bought it on the second floor!" Peter answered without thinking.
Susan was speechless. She immediately understood what had happened. Peter, generous as always, had bought the new dress himself. No wonder Jenkins, a little maid, said she had bought it.
*When had Jenkins and Peter gotten so close?!*
Susan frowned but said nothing, simply smiling at Peter. Soon, Jenkins returned with the dress. Susan took it and smiled. "Actually, I shouldn't have asked you to buy me a new dress. Keep it. Consider it a gift!"
Jenkins waved her hands frantically. "No, it's too valuable. I don't want it..." She stuffed it into Susan's hands.
Susan's suspicion solidified into certainty. *This little slut! She must have tried to seduce Peter by taking advantage of yesterday's incident!*
Taking a deep breath, Susan suddenly said, "Peter, after that incident, Miss Jenkins and I could consider ourselves acquainted. I don't have female company for today's trip to the bridal shop. Why not invite her to come along with us?"
Peter didn't think much about it. "Sure!"
Jenkins was startled. She glanced at Susan and seemed to realize something. "Well, Young Master Peter, shopping isn't part of my duties, and I still have a lot of work to do."
Susan pressed immediately. "Then let the butler switch your schedule. Or are you unwilling to come along? Can a servant refuse the requests of their employer?"
Jenkins faked a smile. "Of course not. In that case, let's go!"
Susan handed the dress back to Jenkins without a second thought. Jenkins followed behind her like a little attendant, carrying the bag. When Peter saw this, he instinctively reached for the bag.
"We can leave the dress here—"
"But after we try on the wedding dress, I might just leave. Do I have to come back home to fetch it?" Susan asked innocently.
Peter faltered. Before he could think of a response, Jenkins said quickly, "I can carry it, Young Master Peter. I'm very strong!"
Peter could only nod. "Okay!"
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The three of them went shopping. Susan walked in front with Peter, and although they said they were shopping for a wedding dress, the mall was simply too large. As they walked, Susan would drift into a store and emerge with two more bags in Jenkins' hands.
After roughly a dozen stores, Jenkins was carrying a mountain of bags. And to make matters worse, Susan had deliberately bought extremely heavy kitchenware. Jenkins' arms were sore. She tried to shift the bags, but with both hands full, she couldn't. She could only lift the bags up to ease the strain on her shoulders.
Peter noticed immediately. "Let me help you carry some of that!"
Before he could finish, Susan clung to his arm. "Peter, we're almost at the wedding dress store, and you need to try on clothes. How can you have hands free to carry things? And this amount of stuff shouldn't be too heavy... Let Jenkins carry it!"
She turned to Jenkins. "Are these things very heavy? As a maid, you should be used to carrying heavy stuff, right? After all, you shouldn't find working in your employer's house too tough a job."
Jenkins twitched her mouth, nearly rolling her eyes. She stared at Susan and gritted her teeth. "Of course not."
Susan said apologetically—though her smile said otherwise—"Since it's not heavy, please carry them. I'm a bit of a germaphobe. If the bags were to touch the ground, I would feel very uncomfortable."
Jenkins was shocked. So what Susan meant was that once they entered the wedding dress store, Jenkins would have to carry everything the entire time. Trying on dresses and getting makeup done would take at least two hours. Her arms wouldn't survive!
Jenkins had worked since she was young, done all kinds of jobs to earn money. How could she not see that Susan was deliberately making things difficult for her?
She clenched her fist tightly and looked at Susan with a cold, chilling voice. "Miss Simpson, couldn't you compromise with your germaphobia a bit?"
Susan crossed her arms, smiling. "No. If you put the bags on the ground, I might not want them anymore. Items that have touched the floor are just too dirty. By the way, Jenkins, you did wash your hands before leaving the house, didn't you?"
Jenkins felt so angry her chest heaved. Did they think she was easy to push around? A soft target to squeeze? Susan had definitely picked the wrong person to mess with today!
At that thought, Jenkins let out a cold laugh.
Peter couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out to take the bags. "Forget it. Let me help you with that. Susan, since when did you become a germaphobe? I wasn't aware of it."
Susan said, "Peter, how much do you know about my matters? You simply don't care about me!"
Peter frowned. "Is that so?"
"Yes, I've always been a germaphobe. It's just that you're usually careless and never noticed. Remember that, okay? We're almost at the bridal shop! Let's hurry up!" She dragged Peter along.
Jenkins watched them, fuming internally. Then her eyes suddenly lit up. She took a step forward. "Excuse me, Miss Simpson!"
Susan and Peter stopped.
"What's up?" Susan frowned.
"I suddenly need to use the restroom urgently. Could you hold these items for a moment?" As she spoke, Jenkins transferred all the bags she was carrying into Susan's hands.
Susan didn't intend to take them, but Jenkins didn't give her a chance to refuse. She grabbed Susan's hand and dumped the bags onto her.
Susan frowned. "Let Peter help you with that, you—"
Before she could finish, Jenkins interrupted. "How could Young Master Peter of such high status carry bags? You should do it! And... they're not heavy at all! Here you go!"
With that, Jenkins let go.
The moment she did, the total weight slammed into Susan's hands. Susan cried out in surprise, her arms visibly sinking, nearly pulling her to the ground!
*Thud!*
The bags fell heavily to the floor.
Jenkins pretended to be shocked. "Miss Simpson, what happened? These bags aren't heavy at all. Why did you drop them? You're so careless!"
Susan shouted angrily, "How can they not be heavy? These two bags combined weigh nearly a hundred pounds!"
Peter was taken aback. He stepped forward, picked up the bags, and almost couldn't lift them! Only then did he realize just how heavy the items Jenkins had been carrying were. He looked at Jenkins in astonishment before turning to Susan, puzzled. "Didn't you say they weren't heavy?"
Susan said, "I didn't know. I thought they were light. Jenkins, if these items were so heavy, why didn't you say something earlier? If you had told me, I wouldn't have bought so much..."
Jenkins's lips twitched. "For a maid like me, they really aren't that heavy! Miss Simpson, don't you even have the strength to carry a few bags?"
Susan was speechless. She felt like she was going to be driven crazy by Jenkins! That annoying woman!
She took a deep breath and looked down at the scattered items. "Whatever the case, you've damaged these items by dropping them, Jenkins. You must compensate me!"
Jenkins wore an innocent expression. "Miss Simpson, what are you talking about? These items were dropped while in your hands. How could you blame me? I handed the bags over to you just now. If you don't believe me, we can ask Young Master Peter!"
Susan immediately turned to Peter. "Peter, say something!"
Peter didn't know what to say. His head felt like it was about to explode. Susan and Jenkins were confronting each other, and Susan had already had a conflict with Keira at home. Now she was starting trouble here too.
"Susan, these items probably aren't damaged. Only the bags touched the ground. If it bothers you, we can sanitize them when we return home."
Susan felt incredibly frustrated. Why did Peter always side with Jenkins?
Jenkins seized the opportunity. "That's right, Miss Simpson. Well, I need to go to the restroom, so please give me a minute!" She slipped away before anyone could respond.
She stopped after turning a corner, shaking her sore arms. That Susan was simply too malicious. No wonder Miss Olsen didn't like her. Such petty scheming!
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Meanwhile, Peter spoke to Susan. "Servants are also human. The Olsen family never mistreats their servants. Susan, be nicer to Jenkins from now on. She's someone's daughter too."
Susan lowered her head. "Peter, I understand. I thought maids were just meant to work... I didn't realize these items were so heavy."
She bent down, attempting to lift the items but couldn't muster the strength.
Peter sighed and picked them up, passing half to Jenkins when she returned.
"Can you carry these?" Peter asked.
"Yes, I can."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Jenkins was nearly rolling her eyes. He was being so long-winded! She couldn't help but murmur, "Carrying these is much easier than dragging a person!"
Peter looked puzzled. "You've dragged a person before? Who? I've heard that when a person faints, their body goes limp and they become very heavy..."
"Yes, incredibly heavy..." Jenkins replied casually.
Peter suddenly turned to Susan, a strange glint in his eyes. "Susan, if that's the case, and you barely have any strength, how did you manage to drag me out of the car back then?"
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## Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was absolutely brilliant! The character dynamics were on full display—from Keira's quiet observation of the Olsen family's unique bond to Peter's ridiculous but endearing attempts to impress Jenkins. The running competition revealed so much about each character's personality and hidden abilities. And that final scene! Peter's question to Susan was perfectly timed. The tension between Susan and Jenkins was deliciously written, and I loved how Jenkins stood her ground without being disrespectful. The way the author weaves subtle clues throughout everyday interactions is masterful. Seeing Peter slowly piece things together was deeply satisfying.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.7 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
I believe Peter's question will trigger a major revelation. He's finally connecting the dots between Jenkins' strength, her knowledge of the car accident, and Susan's supposed rescue. Something is clearly off about Susan's story, and Peter is starting to realize it. Keira will likely visit Scott and Vera, where more secrets about Vera's true intentions might surface. Meanwhile, the confrontation between Peter, Susan, and Jenkins is about to explode—and I suspect the truth about who really saved Peter from the car accident is finally going to come out!
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