Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

I took a deep breath, not daring to stay there any longer, and certainly couldn't agree to go back to New York with them.
I looked at Arnold and spoke flatly: "I'm priceless."
With that, I stepped around him and walked out quickly.
He didn't stop me, but I could feel his gaze stuck to me the entire time.
Third Person Perspective
Arnold watched the woman's retreating figure—she carried a faint fragrance, not like ordinary perfume, very familiar, though he couldn't place where he'd smelled it before.
Moreover, she had a unique quality about her, very similar to Paisley from the past.
Paisley seemed soft, but always had an inner resilience.
She was independent and decisive in her actions—when she decided to leave, she just left. No chances given, no room left.
He was thinking of Paisley again.
Arnold frowned. These five years, he constantly thought of Paisley, remembering how haggard she looked then, and he would think of the child too. If she hadn't aborted it back then, the child would be five years old by now.
He hadn't had much feeling for Paisley back then, but he never thought of divorce, and he had also looked forward to the child.
Lost in thought, Arnold's aura grew heavy.
"Arnold, this auctioneer has too much attitude. Why don't we find someone else for grandfather? There are plenty of people who understand antiques in this world."
Arnold frowned. "There are plenty who understand antiques, but grandfather specifically wants her. Neil, go investigate her. I want all her information."
"Arnold, why investigate her? Are you interested in her?" Victoria asked Arnold tentatively.
After that bitch Paisley disappeared, though Victoria had always stayed by Arnold's side, Arnold had never mentioned marrying her, which made Victoria very anxious.
Fortunately, Arnold was cold by nature and showed no interest in other women.
But today, the way Arnold looked at that auctioneer gave Victoria a sense of crisis.
"Not interested, but since grandfather wants to see her, it's better to investigate thoroughly."
Victoria felt relieved hearing Arnold say this.
Arnold was only investigating her because of the old master.
Right, an ugly woman who didn't even dare show her real face—Arnold couldn't possibly like her.
"Let's go back to the hotel."
Arnold turned and strode away.
Paisley's Perspective
I clutched my wildly beating heart as I returned to the office.
Arnold wanted me to go back and examine antiques. After three years of marriage, I knew Arnold's domineering nature.
He would probably come again. I had appeared before him today—I didn't know if he recognized me, or if he would investigate me.
Everything about me, my children—I couldn't let Arnold discover any of it.
I picked up my phone and dialed. The call was answered quickly, and a man's low, lazy voice came through: "Darling, what's up?"
"I need a favor. Someone might investigate me—I can't let him find anything."
With my abilities, I couldn't stop Arnold from investigating me, but the man on the other end of the phone could.
"Alright."
With that simple word, I knew he would definitely handle it.
Before I could feel relieved, I heard the man on the phone say: "Third time."
"What?"
I didn't understand what his leisurely "third time" meant.
"This is the third favor I've done for you in the five years I've known you. Darling, how about marrying me when we reach five?"
On the other end, the tall man casually leaned against the sofa in a half-open bathrobe, revealing perfect, firm abs, his lips curling with careless charm—more bewitching than a demon.
I shivered all over. Marry a devil?
That would probably be an even more terrifying existence than Arnold.
"No way. You help me, I make money for you—we don't owe each other anything."
"Rather than making money for me, I'd prefer you manage my money."
"Find some virtuous, gentle woman to manage your mountains of gold and silver. I'd just run off with them."
"Heartless."
I hung up, texted the manager to request two days off, took a deep breath and pushed open the office door. "Elodie, Mommy's done working, let's go... Elodie?"
I looked around the room—there was no sign of Elodie anywhere.
Third Person Perspective
At that moment in the underground parking garage, two little figures hid behind a wall, peeking out. Rowan sighed and silently opened his computer to clean up Callum's mess.
Callum had vandalized Arnold's car—they would definitely check the surveillance footage, and if caught, they'd be finished.
Rowan quickly hacked into the surveillance system and deleted the footage, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Callum stood in front with Elodie, gleefully waiting to see Arnold's expression when he saw his masterpiece.
"Who... who did this?"
A group approached, led by Arnold himself.
Neil looked at the large words on the car in shock, instinctively reading them aloud: "Wife-abandoning, child-abandoning big scumbag! This... Mr. Cavendish..."
Neil looked at Arnold in fear.
Who could it be?
Did they have a death wish?
"Who did this? How bold." Victoria frowned as well.
Arnold's face darkened as he glanced over—several words were misspelled, clearly the work of children.
"Mr. Cavendish, I'll check the surveillance immediately."
"Hee hee hee..." Faint laughter drifted over.
Arnold's hearing was sharp. He looked up and swept the area, his hawk-like eyes immediately spotting two little heads sneakily peeking out from behind the wall.
Callum reacted quickly: "We've been spotted—Elodie, run!"
"What? What's happening?"
Elodie jumped in fright, and when she turned around, her two brothers had already run far away.
"Brothers, wait for Elodie!"
Elodie was about to chase after them when, in her panic, the hem of her cake dress got caught on something.