Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 108: Chapter 108
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I raised an eyebrow, "Did you... bring enough people to America?"
"Hmm?" He played dumb.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Just from that picture alone, I knew he had caused quite a stir this time. Given Dominic's style, this spectacle would probably blow the roof off.
A name flashed through my mind—Arnold.
If he saw this scene, he'd definitely be the first to rush over. Victoria was his lover, and the Hayes family had always been closely connected to the Cavendish family. Dominic was essentially slapping them right in the face.
Arnold wouldn't just stand by and watch.
I was worried they would clash. I had once seen Arnold angry... he wasn't the type to explode easily, but once he did—he could destroy everything.
"Are you worried about me?" Dominic's voice was lazy, yet carried a hint of pleasure.
"You're my boss, the one who pays my salary. If I don't worry about you, who should I worry about?"
He chuckled softly on the other end, the sound low and deep, devastatingly pleasant.
"Want to come over?"
I glanced at Rowan and Callum beside me. Honestly, I was somewhat hesitant. But I wasn't comfortable leaving them at the hotel either.
I decided to bring them along.
We left the hotel, got in the car, and headed straight to the Hayes family residence.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Rowan sat beside me, blinking as he asked.
I gently ruffled his soft hair, looking ahead with a voice cold as ice.
"To get revenge."
But someone arrived even earlier than us—Arnold.
Third Person Perspective
The car stopped steadily, and the man stepped out.
He had obviously rushed over from the company, dressed in a well-tailored black suit that made him look particularly imposing, radiating coldness with an overwhelming presence. Those deep eyes held no warmth, cold as ice.
He lifted his gaze toward the scene in front of the Hayes family residence. Even though he was always composed and unflappable, at this moment, his brows couldn't help but furrow tightly.
In front of the Hayes family gate, a row of people were tied up and hanging there in perfect order. Their mouths were sealed with tape, only able to make muffled, broken whimpering sounds. In the most prominent position, Victoria hung in the center.
Arnold's gaze instantly sharpened, his expression darkening as his eyes swept down to fall on the man sitting not far away, casually playing with a whip in his hands.
Him again.
Dominic.
Arnold strode forward with sharp steps, bringing his people directly inside, his low, powerful voice ringing out: "Let them down."
His people were about to act—
"Don't you dare."
Dominic spoke lazily, his voice light but carrying undeniable authority.
Two men—one standing straight and stern, the other half-reclining with arrogant posture. Suit and tie versus casual defiance, rigid versus relaxed. When their gazes clashed, the air seemed to explode with gunpowder.
The moment Victoria saw Arnold, she began struggling frantically despite being nearly collapsed from crying. The ropes had already abraded her skin, blood seeping out, but she felt nothing, only wanting to make a sound—
She desperately made "mmph" sounds, trying to attract Arnold's attention.
He came!
Arnold came!
Her savior had arrived!
As soon as she could get down, she would definitely tell Arnold that all of this was Paisley's doing, orchestrated through this madman Dominic to humiliate the Hayes family!
She had never suffered such humiliation—being tied up, hung up, publicly shamed.
She couldn't swallow this insult.
She would personally eliminate Paisley to relieve her hatred.
Arnold's eyes turned suddenly cold as he gave Neil a meaningful look.
Neil immediately moved forward with his men, but was quickly blocked.
Dane raised his arm to block their path, raising an eyebrow with an amused tone: "Brother, don't meddle in others' business."
Neil's expression remained unchanged. As Arnold's capable assistant for many years, his presence was equally formidable: "Move aside."
But Dane didn't budge.
Both sides' men carried weapons, and the air became incredibly tense in an instant. Killing intent filled the air, as if war could break out at any second.
Paisley's Perspective
When I arrived, I indeed saw Arnold there too.
He had come, as expected, just unexpectedly fast.
My eyes turned slightly cold as I quietly instructed Rowan and Callum: "Stay in the car, don't get out."
Only after they obediently nodded in agreement did I open the car door and walk inside.
From a distance, I saw Arnold looking toward me.
He probably realized in that instant—I was involved in this too.
Of course, if it had nothing to do with me, why would Dominic have acted?
Those cold, stern eyes stared at me fixedly, his lips pressed tight, saying nothing.
Even from several meters away, I could already feel the coldness emanating from him.
But I wasn't afraid.
I walked closer, looking at the chaos before me, and chuckled softly: "Quite lively."
The coldness on Arnold's face could almost freeze a person to death, "You finally came to stop him?"
I looked up, my gaze slowly sweeping over the row of hanging people.
Victoria was there too, hung in the most prominent position.
When she saw me, she struggled even harder. Her eyes stared at me deadly, as if she wanted to devour me.
This woman must think I came to watch her suffer.
I didn't even need to listen to know what she was cursing at me in her heart.
"Bitch... I'm going to kill you..." She must be calling me that.
I snorted softly.
I never intended to be her enemy.
I had been willing to divorce, willing to step aside—what more did she want?
But she wanted me and the children to disappear from this world completely.
The Cavendish family poured boiling water on me, kidnapped Elodie, threatened her with a knife, sent people to vandalize my house...
She pressed forward step by step, leaving no room for retreat.
So why should I still be soft-hearted?
I slowly nodded, turning back to look at Dominic sitting lazily over there, my tone sarcastic: "Mm, indeed inappropriate."
He raised an eyebrow, smiling playfully, "So you came to stop me?"
I looked down, saw the whip on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and walked over slowly.
Victoria's eyes widened in terror.
I raised an eyebrow, lifted my hand—and the whip lashed down hard.
"Hmm?" He played dumb.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Just from that picture alone, I knew he had caused quite a stir this time. Given Dominic's style, this spectacle would probably blow the roof off.
A name flashed through my mind—Arnold.
If he saw this scene, he'd definitely be the first to rush over. Victoria was his lover, and the Hayes family had always been closely connected to the Cavendish family. Dominic was essentially slapping them right in the face.
Arnold wouldn't just stand by and watch.
I was worried they would clash. I had once seen Arnold angry... he wasn't the type to explode easily, but once he did—he could destroy everything.
"Are you worried about me?" Dominic's voice was lazy, yet carried a hint of pleasure.
"You're my boss, the one who pays my salary. If I don't worry about you, who should I worry about?"
He chuckled softly on the other end, the sound low and deep, devastatingly pleasant.
"Want to come over?"
I glanced at Rowan and Callum beside me. Honestly, I was somewhat hesitant. But I wasn't comfortable leaving them at the hotel either.
I decided to bring them along.
We left the hotel, got in the car, and headed straight to the Hayes family residence.
"Mommy, where are we going?" Rowan sat beside me, blinking as he asked.
I gently ruffled his soft hair, looking ahead with a voice cold as ice.
"To get revenge."
But someone arrived even earlier than us—Arnold.
Third Person Perspective
The car stopped steadily, and the man stepped out.
He had obviously rushed over from the company, dressed in a well-tailored black suit that made him look particularly imposing, radiating coldness with an overwhelming presence. Those deep eyes held no warmth, cold as ice.
He lifted his gaze toward the scene in front of the Hayes family residence. Even though he was always composed and unflappable, at this moment, his brows couldn't help but furrow tightly.
In front of the Hayes family gate, a row of people were tied up and hanging there in perfect order. Their mouths were sealed with tape, only able to make muffled, broken whimpering sounds. In the most prominent position, Victoria hung in the center.
Arnold's gaze instantly sharpened, his expression darkening as his eyes swept down to fall on the man sitting not far away, casually playing with a whip in his hands.
Him again.
Dominic.
Arnold strode forward with sharp steps, bringing his people directly inside, his low, powerful voice ringing out: "Let them down."
His people were about to act—
"Don't you dare."
Dominic spoke lazily, his voice light but carrying undeniable authority.
Two men—one standing straight and stern, the other half-reclining with arrogant posture. Suit and tie versus casual defiance, rigid versus relaxed. When their gazes clashed, the air seemed to explode with gunpowder.
The moment Victoria saw Arnold, she began struggling frantically despite being nearly collapsed from crying. The ropes had already abraded her skin, blood seeping out, but she felt nothing, only wanting to make a sound—
She desperately made "mmph" sounds, trying to attract Arnold's attention.
He came!
Arnold came!
Her savior had arrived!
As soon as she could get down, she would definitely tell Arnold that all of this was Paisley's doing, orchestrated through this madman Dominic to humiliate the Hayes family!
She had never suffered such humiliation—being tied up, hung up, publicly shamed.
She couldn't swallow this insult.
She would personally eliminate Paisley to relieve her hatred.
Arnold's eyes turned suddenly cold as he gave Neil a meaningful look.
Neil immediately moved forward with his men, but was quickly blocked.
Dane raised his arm to block their path, raising an eyebrow with an amused tone: "Brother, don't meddle in others' business."
Neil's expression remained unchanged. As Arnold's capable assistant for many years, his presence was equally formidable: "Move aside."
But Dane didn't budge.
Both sides' men carried weapons, and the air became incredibly tense in an instant. Killing intent filled the air, as if war could break out at any second.
Paisley's Perspective
When I arrived, I indeed saw Arnold there too.
He had come, as expected, just unexpectedly fast.
My eyes turned slightly cold as I quietly instructed Rowan and Callum: "Stay in the car, don't get out."
Only after they obediently nodded in agreement did I open the car door and walk inside.
From a distance, I saw Arnold looking toward me.
He probably realized in that instant—I was involved in this too.
Of course, if it had nothing to do with me, why would Dominic have acted?
Those cold, stern eyes stared at me fixedly, his lips pressed tight, saying nothing.
Even from several meters away, I could already feel the coldness emanating from him.
But I wasn't afraid.
I walked closer, looking at the chaos before me, and chuckled softly: "Quite lively."
The coldness on Arnold's face could almost freeze a person to death, "You finally came to stop him?"
I looked up, my gaze slowly sweeping over the row of hanging people.
Victoria was there too, hung in the most prominent position.
When she saw me, she struggled even harder. Her eyes stared at me deadly, as if she wanted to devour me.
This woman must think I came to watch her suffer.
I didn't even need to listen to know what she was cursing at me in her heart.
"Bitch... I'm going to kill you..." She must be calling me that.
I snorted softly.
I never intended to be her enemy.
I had been willing to divorce, willing to step aside—what more did she want?
But she wanted me and the children to disappear from this world completely.
The Cavendish family poured boiling water on me, kidnapped Elodie, threatened her with a knife, sent people to vandalize my house...
She pressed forward step by step, leaving no room for retreat.
So why should I still be soft-hearted?
I slowly nodded, turning back to look at Dominic sitting lazily over there, my tone sarcastic: "Mm, indeed inappropriate."
He raised an eyebrow, smiling playfully, "So you came to stop me?"
I looked down, saw the whip on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and walked over slowly.
Victoria's eyes widened in terror.
I raised an eyebrow, lifted my hand—and the whip lashed down hard.
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