Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 47: Chapter 47
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The receptionist immediately nodded, "Yes."
Seemed she had quite some authority here.
I didn't move, my tone remaining calm, "You can call Mr. Smith to ask if I'm lying—you'll know immediately."
Heatherin crossed her arms and sneered, "You want to see Mr. Smith? Do you know who he is?"
I actually didn't know, only that Dominic had told me to find him—probably his subordinate.
She said proudly, "He's my boyfriend. So don't waste your effort. I can confirm he didn't hire any new auctioneer."
I said "Oh" and nodded cooperatively.
She smiled even more smugly, "Scared now?"
I really felt she was still the same—shallow and love showing off. So I smiled and asked her, "Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you? A thief trying to sneak into the auction house?"
Just as her words fell, the elevator across from us dinged open, and a group of people walked out quickly.
The leading man was Ryan Smith.
Heatherin's expression immediately changed, a smile spreading across her face as she called softly: "Darling—"
But Ryan completely ignored her, walked around her directly, strode quickly toward me, and spoke respectfully: "Miss Lacey, sorry, I had some urgent business just now. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long?"
Instantly, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
Heatherin still maintained that "gentle girlfriend" expression, frozen.
"Her?" She pointed at me stuttering.
Ryan's attitude was extremely respectful. First, because Dominic had personally sent a message saying to treat me like an ancestor; second, I was indeed the chief auctioneer from the UK headquarters—these two points were enough to make even this general manager not dare to neglect me.
I nodded, "Didn't wait too long."
"Please follow me." Ryan made a welcoming gesture, leading me upstairs.
Behind us, Heatherin and the receptionist still stood there, their expressions as colorful as if they'd swallowed flies.
This visit was just a simple check-in, not officially starting work yet. Ryan personally showed me around the auction house and introduced me to several key colleagues—the atmosphere was very professional.
I acted completely normal, but couldn't help feeling emotional—five years had passed, things really had changed.
In such settings, news was never slow-spreading. These two keywords were like a bomb, exploding the originally quiet atmosphere into excitement.
As soon as I came out of the elevator, I could feel that obvious gaze tracking. I even faintly heard some comments:
"I know her, Lacey, the most mysterious auctioneer. Her decisive hammer once amazed the entire circle, but no one knows what she looks like."
"Wasn't she always in England? How did she sudden come here? And became chief? What about... Heatherin?"
I didn't look back, but didn't need to see to know—everyone's gaze was definitely on Heatherin now.
If not for my sudden arrival, the chief auctioneer position would undoubtedly be hers. She probably couldn't accept this result.
Indeed, Heatherin's expression was worse than if she'd eaten flies.
She gritted her teeth, squeezing out through clenched teeth: "What are you looking at? Just an ugly freak who doesn't dare show her face, what's so curious about that."
Then she turned and stormed off.
I ignored her. She was still the same as five years ago, unchanged. Flashy, shallow, only knowing how to compete for favor and show off.
I spent the entire morning at the auction house, getting a thorough understanding of the situation. Ryan arranged an office for me, and we agreed on the official start date before I left.
Just as I walked out the front door, I received Clara's call.
She had already landed and was preparing to meet me at the gate of the Cavendish family estate.
—
After meeting at the gate, I briefly told Clara what had happened over the past two days.
After listening, she was stunned for a moment, her expression obviously nervous, "If he already knows Elodie's secret, wouldn't me going in now be like walking into a trap?"
I nodded, "So after thinking about it, I should go in first."
She was startled, "You? Isn't that too risky?"
"I've thought it through." My tone was firm.
After all, if Arnold really knew about the children, her going in would be meaningless and might even expose more. I had to test it myself—test how much he actually knew and what he planned to do.
—
Fortunately, the servants at the estate still remembered me, so entering wasn't difficult.
In the living room, Elodie was sitting alone on the sofa. The moment she saw me, the little girl's chubby face immediately lit up, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky.
She was so happy she almost jumped up: "Momm... beautiful auntie!"
Seemed she had quite some authority here.
I didn't move, my tone remaining calm, "You can call Mr. Smith to ask if I'm lying—you'll know immediately."
Heatherin crossed her arms and sneered, "You want to see Mr. Smith? Do you know who he is?"
I actually didn't know, only that Dominic had told me to find him—probably his subordinate.
She said proudly, "He's my boyfriend. So don't waste your effort. I can confirm he didn't hire any new auctioneer."
I said "Oh" and nodded cooperatively.
She smiled even more smugly, "Scared now?"
I really felt she was still the same—shallow and love showing off. So I smiled and asked her, "Do you know who I am?"
"Who are you? A thief trying to sneak into the auction house?"
Just as her words fell, the elevator across from us dinged open, and a group of people walked out quickly.
The leading man was Ryan Smith.
Heatherin's expression immediately changed, a smile spreading across her face as she called softly: "Darling—"
But Ryan completely ignored her, walked around her directly, strode quickly toward me, and spoke respectfully: "Miss Lacey, sorry, I had some urgent business just now. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long?"
Instantly, the surroundings fell into dead silence.
Heatherin still maintained that "gentle girlfriend" expression, frozen.
"Her?" She pointed at me stuttering.
Ryan's attitude was extremely respectful. First, because Dominic had personally sent a message saying to treat me like an ancestor; second, I was indeed the chief auctioneer from the UK headquarters—these two points were enough to make even this general manager not dare to neglect me.
I nodded, "Didn't wait too long."
"Please follow me." Ryan made a welcoming gesture, leading me upstairs.
Behind us, Heatherin and the receptionist still stood there, their expressions as colorful as if they'd swallowed flies.
This visit was just a simple check-in, not officially starting work yet. Ryan personally showed me around the auction house and introduced me to several key colleagues—the atmosphere was very professional.
I acted completely normal, but couldn't help feeling emotional—five years had passed, things really had changed.
In such settings, news was never slow-spreading. These two keywords were like a bomb, exploding the originally quiet atmosphere into excitement.
As soon as I came out of the elevator, I could feel that obvious gaze tracking. I even faintly heard some comments:
"I know her, Lacey, the most mysterious auctioneer. Her decisive hammer once amazed the entire circle, but no one knows what she looks like."
"Wasn't she always in England? How did she sudden come here? And became chief? What about... Heatherin?"
I didn't look back, but didn't need to see to know—everyone's gaze was definitely on Heatherin now.
If not for my sudden arrival, the chief auctioneer position would undoubtedly be hers. She probably couldn't accept this result.
Indeed, Heatherin's expression was worse than if she'd eaten flies.
She gritted her teeth, squeezing out through clenched teeth: "What are you looking at? Just an ugly freak who doesn't dare show her face, what's so curious about that."
Then she turned and stormed off.
I ignored her. She was still the same as five years ago, unchanged. Flashy, shallow, only knowing how to compete for favor and show off.
I spent the entire morning at the auction house, getting a thorough understanding of the situation. Ryan arranged an office for me, and we agreed on the official start date before I left.
Just as I walked out the front door, I received Clara's call.
She had already landed and was preparing to meet me at the gate of the Cavendish family estate.
—
After meeting at the gate, I briefly told Clara what had happened over the past two days.
After listening, she was stunned for a moment, her expression obviously nervous, "If he already knows Elodie's secret, wouldn't me going in now be like walking into a trap?"
I nodded, "So after thinking about it, I should go in first."
She was startled, "You? Isn't that too risky?"
"I've thought it through." My tone was firm.
After all, if Arnold really knew about the children, her going in would be meaningless and might even expose more. I had to test it myself—test how much he actually knew and what he planned to do.
—
Fortunately, the servants at the estate still remembered me, so entering wasn't difficult.
In the living room, Elodie was sitting alone on the sofa. The moment she saw me, the little girl's chubby face immediately lit up, her eyes sparkling like stars in the sky.
She was so happy she almost jumped up: "Momm... beautiful auntie!"
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