Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 107: Chapter 107
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Third Person Perspective
Half an hour later, at the Hayes family residence.
The living room was filled with the aroma of tea and an atmosphere of arrogance.
The Hayes family sat smugly on the sofa, as if the "lesson" they had just delivered was already a sure victory.
Fiona snorted coldly, commenting smugly: "Well done! She needed to learn her lesson. A bitch like her should be burned alive—how dare she compete with you?"
Victoria slightly raised her chin, elegantly sipping from her teacup, her lips curving into a confident smile: "After several rounds, Arnold has renewed his disgust for her. Their divorce is just around the corner."
Before she finished speaking, hurried footsteps from a servant suddenly came from outside.
"Sir, Madam, Miss—there are people at the door."
"Who?" Raymond frowned.
"Don't know them."
Victoria waved dismissively: "If you don't know them, send them away. I won't see them."
The next second—
"BOOM!"
A deafening crash!
The originally closed front door was suddenly rammed open by a black SUV, the double solid wood doors crashing down like broken paper.
The black SUV charged recklessly into the hall, deeply gouging a mark in the rosewood floor before stopping in front of everyone, arrogant and unrestrained.
"Ahh—!"
Screams erupted as the Hayes family members scrambled to their feet in panic, retreating in disorder.
The SUV sat in the center of the hall like Death's own chariot, pressing down so heavily that people could barely breathe.
"Who are you?!" Raymond, nearly knocked over, roared furiously.
But before he finished speaking, commotion came from the entrance—
A mass of black-clad figures swarmed in, each carrying weapons, radiating killing intent like demons released from hell.
The entire hall was instantly surrounded.
The Hayes family turned pale with fright. Such a formation was beyond ordinary people's capability. But they hadn't recently made enemies with any powerful forces—how had they attracted such a group of fierce killers?
Victoria stood frozen, staring fixedly at the car interior. Though she still couldn't clearly see the person's face, she felt a bone-chilling killing intent penetrating her marrow—so cold it nearly froze her blood.
Just then, the car door opened.
The man slowly got out, dressed in black, his collar casually unbuttoned, lazily rolling his neck.
His gaze was cold, his steps languid, yet carrying an air of supreme arrogance.
Don't like peaceful solutions? Then let's go straight to violence.
He had always excelled at violence—simple, fast, effective.
The reason he had restrained himself from acting earlier was only out of consideration for Paisley's advice to be more restrained and law-abiding on this land.
But now? He had followed the law, yet they had bullied her right to her doorstep.
Since they liked using power to bully others, he would show them what real power crushing looked like.
Dominic waved his hand.
Dane immediately led people to completely surround the living room.
Raymond's face shook with rage as he angrily rebuked: "Who are you people? This is breaking and entering! What you're doing is illegal, don't you know!"
"Illegal?" Dominic's eyes turned slightly cold as he laughed softly.
"So you do know breaking and entering is illegal? Then what you did at Paisley's house today... how should that be counted?"
Illegal deserved death.
Knowing the law and breaking it? —Deserved even more death.
The killing intent in his eyes suddenly spread, choking the air inch by inch.
Victoria's whole body trembled uncontrollably, pointing at the man, her lips quivering: "It's him, it's him... Dad, Mom... it's him..."
She kept saying "it's him" but could never say his name.
"Who is he?" Fiona asked in panic.
But Victoria seemed to have an invisible hand tightly gripping her throat, her voice broken and intermittent, her eyes fixed on the man as if seeing a demon crawled out of hell.
Dominic no longer looked at them, instead turning to sit in a single armchair, crossing his legs, his expression lazy like a king waiting for judgment.
"Boss, how should we handle this?" Dane asked for instructions.
Dominic spoke unhurriedly: "The usual way."
Dane smiled, his tone light: "Throw them to the back mountain to feed the wolves?"
"Too bloody." Dominic looked up, "I want to show Paisley, it would scare her."
"Then throw them in the sea?"
"With no bones left, how would Paisley see?"
Dane scratched his head: "Then... bury them alive?"
Dominic's eyes lit up.
At this moment, the three people tied up on the ground struggled frantically, eyes wide, making muffled sounds through their mouths, looking exactly like worms struggling in mud.
The man lit a cigarette, gently exhaled smoke, and chuckled: "You plan to have Paisley personally dig the pit?"
"..." Dane was instantly speechless.
"Hang them up. And find those troublemakers from tonight, hang them up too."
"Yes."
Tears finally rolled down Victoria's eyes, her face pale as paper. She had personally witnessed this man's cruelty and madness, and now felt fear from her very bones.
She finally understood that some people... really weren't ones she could provoke.
Paisley's Perspective
I was still at home cleaning up.
The house had been turned into a complete mess, so chaotic it gave me a headache just looking at it.
Without cleaning up, it was impossible to live in. While cleaning, I called Clara, mainly worried that something might happen on Elodie's side too.
"Everything's fine here," Clara said on the other end of the phone.
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
I picked out some essential items and took Rowan and Callum to a hotel. It had security, which was much safer than our current home.
Just after checking in, my phone rang. It was Dominic calling.
"Darling," his voice was low but carried a hint of cheerfulness, "I sent you a picture, take a look."
"What picture?" I said while clicking on the message he sent.
Seeing that picture, I couldn't help but squint.
I enlarged and then reduced it, looking back and forth twice to confirm I wasn't seeing things before putting the phone back to my ear.
"Surprise," He laughed happily, "Do you like it?"
Half an hour later, at the Hayes family residence.
The living room was filled with the aroma of tea and an atmosphere of arrogance.
The Hayes family sat smugly on the sofa, as if the "lesson" they had just delivered was already a sure victory.
Fiona snorted coldly, commenting smugly: "Well done! She needed to learn her lesson. A bitch like her should be burned alive—how dare she compete with you?"
Victoria slightly raised her chin, elegantly sipping from her teacup, her lips curving into a confident smile: "After several rounds, Arnold has renewed his disgust for her. Their divorce is just around the corner."
Before she finished speaking, hurried footsteps from a servant suddenly came from outside.
"Sir, Madam, Miss—there are people at the door."
"Who?" Raymond frowned.
"Don't know them."
Victoria waved dismissively: "If you don't know them, send them away. I won't see them."
The next second—
"BOOM!"
A deafening crash!
The originally closed front door was suddenly rammed open by a black SUV, the double solid wood doors crashing down like broken paper.
The black SUV charged recklessly into the hall, deeply gouging a mark in the rosewood floor before stopping in front of everyone, arrogant and unrestrained.
"Ahh—!"
Screams erupted as the Hayes family members scrambled to their feet in panic, retreating in disorder.
The SUV sat in the center of the hall like Death's own chariot, pressing down so heavily that people could barely breathe.
"Who are you?!" Raymond, nearly knocked over, roared furiously.
But before he finished speaking, commotion came from the entrance—
A mass of black-clad figures swarmed in, each carrying weapons, radiating killing intent like demons released from hell.
The entire hall was instantly surrounded.
The Hayes family turned pale with fright. Such a formation was beyond ordinary people's capability. But they hadn't recently made enemies with any powerful forces—how had they attracted such a group of fierce killers?
Victoria stood frozen, staring fixedly at the car interior. Though she still couldn't clearly see the person's face, she felt a bone-chilling killing intent penetrating her marrow—so cold it nearly froze her blood.
Just then, the car door opened.
The man slowly got out, dressed in black, his collar casually unbuttoned, lazily rolling his neck.
His gaze was cold, his steps languid, yet carrying an air of supreme arrogance.
Don't like peaceful solutions? Then let's go straight to violence.
He had always excelled at violence—simple, fast, effective.
The reason he had restrained himself from acting earlier was only out of consideration for Paisley's advice to be more restrained and law-abiding on this land.
But now? He had followed the law, yet they had bullied her right to her doorstep.
Since they liked using power to bully others, he would show them what real power crushing looked like.
Dominic waved his hand.
Dane immediately led people to completely surround the living room.
Raymond's face shook with rage as he angrily rebuked: "Who are you people? This is breaking and entering! What you're doing is illegal, don't you know!"
"Illegal?" Dominic's eyes turned slightly cold as he laughed softly.
"So you do know breaking and entering is illegal? Then what you did at Paisley's house today... how should that be counted?"
Illegal deserved death.
Knowing the law and breaking it? —Deserved even more death.
The killing intent in his eyes suddenly spread, choking the air inch by inch.
Victoria's whole body trembled uncontrollably, pointing at the man, her lips quivering: "It's him, it's him... Dad, Mom... it's him..."
She kept saying "it's him" but could never say his name.
"Who is he?" Fiona asked in panic.
But Victoria seemed to have an invisible hand tightly gripping her throat, her voice broken and intermittent, her eyes fixed on the man as if seeing a demon crawled out of hell.
Dominic no longer looked at them, instead turning to sit in a single armchair, crossing his legs, his expression lazy like a king waiting for judgment.
"Boss, how should we handle this?" Dane asked for instructions.
Dominic spoke unhurriedly: "The usual way."
Dane smiled, his tone light: "Throw them to the back mountain to feed the wolves?"
"Too bloody." Dominic looked up, "I want to show Paisley, it would scare her."
"Then throw them in the sea?"
"With no bones left, how would Paisley see?"
Dane scratched his head: "Then... bury them alive?"
Dominic's eyes lit up.
At this moment, the three people tied up on the ground struggled frantically, eyes wide, making muffled sounds through their mouths, looking exactly like worms struggling in mud.
The man lit a cigarette, gently exhaled smoke, and chuckled: "You plan to have Paisley personally dig the pit?"
"..." Dane was instantly speechless.
"Hang them up. And find those troublemakers from tonight, hang them up too."
"Yes."
Tears finally rolled down Victoria's eyes, her face pale as paper. She had personally witnessed this man's cruelty and madness, and now felt fear from her very bones.
She finally understood that some people... really weren't ones she could provoke.
Paisley's Perspective
I was still at home cleaning up.
The house had been turned into a complete mess, so chaotic it gave me a headache just looking at it.
Without cleaning up, it was impossible to live in. While cleaning, I called Clara, mainly worried that something might happen on Elodie's side too.
"Everything's fine here," Clara said on the other end of the phone.
Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.
I picked out some essential items and took Rowan and Callum to a hotel. It had security, which was much safer than our current home.
Just after checking in, my phone rang. It was Dominic calling.
"Darling," his voice was low but carried a hint of cheerfulness, "I sent you a picture, take a look."
"What picture?" I said while clicking on the message he sent.
Seeing that picture, I couldn't help but squint.
I enlarged and then reduced it, looking back and forth twice to confirm I wasn't seeing things before putting the phone back to my ear.
"Surprise," He laughed happily, "Do you like it?"
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