Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 41: Chapter 41
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Neil, holding his still-active phone, asked, "Sir, you want to do a paternity test?"
"Yes."
Neil looked puzzled, "With... whom?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
Neil quickly caught himself, "Yes, but sir, there's been an incident at the company that may require your personal attention."
Arnold's dark eyebrows lifted slightly, "What happened?"
At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the Cavendish Group building.
Dozens of flash mob performers in ridiculous suits and giant masks suddenly appeared at the company entrance.
Some were dressed as comical versions of a "groom" and "bride," others wore sequined capes and carried giant speakers, performing exaggerated dance moves while shouting: "Congratulations to Arnold and Victoria on their wedding!"
As noisy music blared, the large screen in the group building's lobby went black and was hijacked to display an animated short film:
Two cartoon characters bounced into the center of the screen—one clearly imitating Arnold as a "not-so-cool bastard man," the other a heavily made-up Victoria version of a "brainless fake-innocent girl" in a wedding dress.
The animated "Arnold" wiggled his butt while singing loudly: "I'm a scumbag~"
"Victoria" scattered flower petals, singing: "I'm a cheap woman~"
Finally, the two held hands and spun in circles, creating a giant heart shape, singing cringe-worthy lyrics together:
"We're a perfect match~ A perfect match~ A perfect match~!"
Electronic fireworks exploded on screen as the surrounding flash mob performers shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Mr. Cavendish and Miss Hayes!"
The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, with people frantically filming on their phones.
Neil had just arrived at the company entrance when he saw a fake "Arnold" dancing at him. His face twitched as he suppressed his laughter and forced himself to walk inside with a straight face. In the building, the real Arnold's face was black as the bottom of a pot, his aura cold enough to freeze a layer of wall paint.
"Who did this?" His voice was ice-cold and piercing.
Neil's forehead jumped as he immediately replied: "Still... still investigating. The company system was hacked, they planted a remote control program. Now all the computers in the building are looping that animation. We're urgently tracing the source."
"Find whoever's behind this prank." Arnold's voice was bone-chillingly cold, his expression suggesting he'd execute whoever was found.
Clearly, this was someone pulling a prank.
Neil was terrified, wondering which hacker had the audacity to provoke Arnold.
"Yes, I'll investigate immediately."
As Neil got out of the car and saw the fake "Arnold" energetically wiggling his butt, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
But as a professional CEO assistant, he pressed his lips together and managed not to laugh.
This incident wasn't just witnessed by many people offline—countless people posted videos online.
Tonight's top trending topic:
#Cavendish Group CEO Arnold and Hayes family heiress Victoria are getting married#
Attached: Prank video.
The comments section was full of mockery.
Everyone knew Arnold Cavendish—a man whose every step could shake New York.
Yet someone dared to mock him.
Besides the mockery, everyone was curious about who this mysterious figure was.
Arnold deployed everyone available to find the prankster, determined not to rest until they were caught.
Paisley's Perspective
I still didn't know what my son had done. Thinking they might not have eaten, I deliberately detoured to that well-reviewed restaurant near home and packed quite a few dishes to bring back.
As soon as I entered, sweet voices came from upstairs: "Mommy, you're back!"
I was stunned. I'd expected to have to clean the house when I returned, but instead found it spotless, dust-free, with even the air carrying a fresh fragrance.
Suddenly, something gently bumped my foot. Looking down, I saw a small robot holding a cleaning cloth, diligently mopping the floor. Since I was blocking its path, it raised its round head and said in a mechanical voice with complete seriousness: "Please out of my way, thank you for your cooperation."
I immediately recognized it as Callum's work.
This child didn't like studying and couldn't sit still for two minutes, but he had a natural obsession with mechanics. Looking around the house, it was full of little robots he'd made, giving me the momentary illusion of being "occupied by robots."
Soon, the two brothers came bouncing down from upstairs. Callum puffed out his little chest proudly, looking at me expectantly: "Mommy, we cleaned the house! Isn't it super clean!"
His expression practically had "praise me" written all over his face.
I smiled and bent down to kiss his cheek: "You babies are amazing, well done! But—Callum, when did you become so diligent? Did you do something bad again?"
I knew this little guy too well.
Sure enough, he grinned and waved his hand, "Oh my, Mommy, you're so smart."
"..." My eyes narrowed, my smile disappeared, and I put my hands on my hips in interrogation mode: "Speak up, what did you do?"
Rowan had already quietly taken the food from my hands, while Callum grabbed me and dragged me to the sofa, offering me water while climbing onto my shoulders: "It's not something bad! Mommy, you'll definitely be happy when you hear about it~"
All I could think was please don't scare me.
Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell rang.
All three of us froze.
I looked toward the door—we'd just moved in, and it was so late. Who could it be?
"Yes."
Neil looked puzzled, "With... whom?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?"
Neil quickly caught himself, "Yes, but sir, there's been an incident at the company that may require your personal attention."
Arnold's dark eyebrows lifted slightly, "What happened?"
At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the Cavendish Group building.
Dozens of flash mob performers in ridiculous suits and giant masks suddenly appeared at the company entrance.
Some were dressed as comical versions of a "groom" and "bride," others wore sequined capes and carried giant speakers, performing exaggerated dance moves while shouting: "Congratulations to Arnold and Victoria on their wedding!"
As noisy music blared, the large screen in the group building's lobby went black and was hijacked to display an animated short film:
Two cartoon characters bounced into the center of the screen—one clearly imitating Arnold as a "not-so-cool bastard man," the other a heavily made-up Victoria version of a "brainless fake-innocent girl" in a wedding dress.
The animated "Arnold" wiggled his butt while singing loudly: "I'm a scumbag~"
"Victoria" scattered flower petals, singing: "I'm a cheap woman~"
Finally, the two held hands and spun in circles, creating a giant heart shape, singing cringe-worthy lyrics together:
"We're a perfect match~ A perfect match~ A perfect match~!"
Electronic fireworks exploded on screen as the surrounding flash mob performers shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Mr. Cavendish and Miss Hayes!"
The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, with people frantically filming on their phones.
Neil had just arrived at the company entrance when he saw a fake "Arnold" dancing at him. His face twitched as he suppressed his laughter and forced himself to walk inside with a straight face. In the building, the real Arnold's face was black as the bottom of a pot, his aura cold enough to freeze a layer of wall paint.
"Who did this?" His voice was ice-cold and piercing.
Neil's forehead jumped as he immediately replied: "Still... still investigating. The company system was hacked, they planted a remote control program. Now all the computers in the building are looping that animation. We're urgently tracing the source."
"Find whoever's behind this prank." Arnold's voice was bone-chillingly cold, his expression suggesting he'd execute whoever was found.
Clearly, this was someone pulling a prank.
Neil was terrified, wondering which hacker had the audacity to provoke Arnold.
"Yes, I'll investigate immediately."
As Neil got out of the car and saw the fake "Arnold" energetically wiggling his butt, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
But as a professional CEO assistant, he pressed his lips together and managed not to laugh.
This incident wasn't just witnessed by many people offline—countless people posted videos online.
Tonight's top trending topic:
#Cavendish Group CEO Arnold and Hayes family heiress Victoria are getting married#
Attached: Prank video.
The comments section was full of mockery.
Everyone knew Arnold Cavendish—a man whose every step could shake New York.
Yet someone dared to mock him.
Besides the mockery, everyone was curious about who this mysterious figure was.
Arnold deployed everyone available to find the prankster, determined not to rest until they were caught.
Paisley's Perspective
I still didn't know what my son had done. Thinking they might not have eaten, I deliberately detoured to that well-reviewed restaurant near home and packed quite a few dishes to bring back.
As soon as I entered, sweet voices came from upstairs: "Mommy, you're back!"
I was stunned. I'd expected to have to clean the house when I returned, but instead found it spotless, dust-free, with even the air carrying a fresh fragrance.
Suddenly, something gently bumped my foot. Looking down, I saw a small robot holding a cleaning cloth, diligently mopping the floor. Since I was blocking its path, it raised its round head and said in a mechanical voice with complete seriousness: "Please out of my way, thank you for your cooperation."
I immediately recognized it as Callum's work.
This child didn't like studying and couldn't sit still for two minutes, but he had a natural obsession with mechanics. Looking around the house, it was full of little robots he'd made, giving me the momentary illusion of being "occupied by robots."
Soon, the two brothers came bouncing down from upstairs. Callum puffed out his little chest proudly, looking at me expectantly: "Mommy, we cleaned the house! Isn't it super clean!"
His expression practically had "praise me" written all over his face.
I smiled and bent down to kiss his cheek: "You babies are amazing, well done! But—Callum, when did you become so diligent? Did you do something bad again?"
I knew this little guy too well.
Sure enough, he grinned and waved his hand, "Oh my, Mommy, you're so smart."
"..." My eyes narrowed, my smile disappeared, and I put my hands on my hips in interrogation mode: "Speak up, what did you do?"
Rowan had already quietly taken the food from my hands, while Callum grabbed me and dragged me to the sofa, offering me water while climbing onto my shoulders: "It's not something bad! Mommy, you'll definitely be happy when you hear about it~"
All I could think was please don't scare me.
Just as he was about to speak, the doorbell rang.
All three of us froze.
I looked toward the door—we'd just moved in, and it was so late. Who could it be?
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