Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Employed for five years, face covered with a mask, unwilling to reveal her true appearance, giving him a familiar feeling, Lacey—
Paisley!
Arnold's expression grew colder and colder.
Lacey was Paisley!
His instincts hadn't been wrong.
This was also why Scott insisted he come bring her back.
Arnold's eyes narrowed dangerously. So that's why he couldn't find that woman for five years—she had changed her name and was hiding here.
When they met at the auction house, she had recognized him, which was why she left so decisively.
His face darkened! A surge of fury rose in Arnold's chest.
She had hidden herself well.
"Arnold, bring Paisley back."
"Yes."
Arnold hung up the phone and strode out.
Neil didn't know what had happened.
He only felt that Arnold's aura had suddenly become terrifying.
This kind of terrifying aura had only appeared five years ago, when Arnold learned that Paisley had aborted their child and wanted to divorce him.
Victoria had just reached Arnold's room door when she saw him leaving. She was about to call out to him, but Arnold had no time to pay attention to her.
Victoria quickly grabbed Neil's arm. "Where are you going?"
"Miss Hayes, I'm not quite sure either."
Neil hurried to catch up.
Victoria frowned. She hadn't seen Arnold this urgent in a long time.
What exactly had happened?
Arnold got in the car and called the auction house manager.
"Mr. Cavendish."
"Is Lacey at the auction house?"
"Lacey took leave, Mr. Cavendish. If you need someone to appraise antiques or..."
Arnold didn't let the manager finish and hung up directly.
Taking leave—was she afraid of being discovered, so she was hiding?
"Mr. Cavendish, where are we going?"
Neil, who had gotten into the passenger seat, asked.
"Send people to investigate Lacey's residence immediately."
Seeing Arnold's furious state, Neil didn't dare ask more questions and immediately followed his orders.
Arnold didn't believe she could escape this time.
Paisley's Perspective
I took Clara and the three children to find a random restaurant to eat something before heading back. During dinner, Clara coaxed Elodie while quietly telling me what had happened at the hotel.
She said Arnold hadn't made things difficult for her, nor had he mentioned compensation. He had only asked some questions before having his assistant escort them down. It seemed calm on the surface, but Clara could sense that he suspected her identity.
I listened with my heart in my throat, appearing calm on the surface but already in chaos inside. Arnold wasn't someone easily fooled—once he started thinking seriously, he could probably connect all the suspicious points.
Just as I was thinking this, my phone rang. It was the manager calling.
"Lacey, did Mr. Cavendish contact you?"
My heart jumped. "Him? No, he didn't contact me. What's wrong?"
"He just called asking if you were at the auction house. I told him you had taken leave, and he seemed unhappy after hearing that, hanging up with a cold expression."
I immediately sat up straight.
This was bad.
He really had started looking for me.
I tried to suppress the panic in my heart, making my voice sound as steady as possible: "Did he say anything else?"
"No, nothing else. Paisley, be careful. These big shots aren't people to mess with."
"I understand." I responded mechanically, then hung up.
"What's wrong?" Clara noticed my odd behavior.
I turned to look at her, saying word by word: "Take them to your house first, then help me book some plane tickets—anywhere will do. I need to go home to get my documents."
"You're leaving?" she asked in surprise.
"I don't have time to explain." I grabbed the car keys, walking out while saying, "Arnold has most likely discovered my true identity. He's looking for me."
Clara's pupils contracted. "What about the children..."
"He doesn't know about the children's existence yet," I said through gritted teeth. "As long as I don't expose my identity, he won't be able to trace that connection."
I looked at the three little ones in the back seat, my heart tightening, but I had to steel myself.
"Rowan, Callum, Elodie, stay with Clara for now. Mommy will come find you later."
"Mommy, be careful..." Rowan said softly.
I fought back the sting in my eyes and nodded: "Mm, Mommy knows."
I drove home at full speed, not even turning on the lights as I rushed upstairs to grab my prepared documents.
But just as I came downstairs, my steps suddenly froze—
In the darkness, a small flame quietly lit up.
The faint smell of smoke lingered in the air.
My heart stopped for a moment, my mind exploding with a "buzz."
"Planning to run?"
A low male voice drifted over from the sofa area.
My whole body shook. Following the moonlight slanting in through the window, I looked over to see a man sitting deep in the sofa, his posture calm like a leopard ready to pounce.
It was him.
Arnold.
My mind went blank, clutching my passport and documents, my entire body frozen in place.
I hadn't noticed him in the house at all. When had he come? How had he gotten in?
I could barely breathe.
He slowly stood up, extinguishing his cigarette, approaching step by step.
"Hidden quite well, Paisley." He spoke each word deliberately, his lips curved in a mocking arc. "Too bad I still found you."