Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 58: Chapter 58
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Silence.
Another long, oppressive silence.
Victoria's expression gradually stiffened. She continued to force composure while looking up for another half minute, her neck nearly breaking from the strain, when suddenly—
Whoosh—
Pop!
A firework finally sounded in the sky. The previously murmuring crowd immediately looked up, thinking they'd finally reached the spectacular moment.
However, after the explosion, they only saw faint smoke appear in the sky, dissipating with the wind after a few seconds.
...That's it?
I raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the crowd's expressions stiffen.
This could be called "million-dollar fireworks"?
Victoria's smile looked like it had been torn off her face. Her lips twitched, and she finally couldn't help turning to Arnold, "Arnold, what... what's going on?"
Arnold's face darkened, his features becoming more coldly defined. He scanned the area and looked toward Neil.
Neil immediately understood his meaning and quickly bent down to investigate, his face nearly covered in embarrassment.
I quietly watched Victoria turn back to the crowd.
Sure enough, the originally expectant crowd now had completely changed expressions.
They came to see million-dollar fireworks, and now just one went off? Wasn't this a joke?
I heard someone whisper:
"Wasn't it supposed to be million-dollar fireworks? This... that's it? Are you kidding?"
"Yeah, look at Miss Hayes' face—it's frozen... Could it be that Mr. Cavendish didn't prepare anything this year?"
"They're not playing with us, are they?"
Hearing those discussions, I couldn't help but laugh softly.
Victoria's nails had already dug into her palms, her eyes staring deadly at me.
I lazily raised an eyebrow. That firework just now... tsk, I felt embarrassed for her.
Even heaven couldn't bear to watch this scene, could it?
And at this crucial moment, she still had to turn back and make eye contact with me.
I curved my lips and mouthed to her, "Wow, how spectacular."
Victoria's delicate face instantly twisted to the extreme, her complexion green like foundation mixed with the wrong color.
Just as I was about to slowly enjoy her embarrassed appearance, my heart suddenly "thumped."
Something was wrong.
Arnold was always meticulous in his work, especially in such public occasions. There was no way such a mistake could occur. Unless...
I suddenly realized—Rowan, Callum, Elodie!
Those three little rascals!
Sure enough, Neil had finished investigating and returned. After saying a few words in Arnold's ear, he turned to Victoria and said quietly:
"Miss Hayes, tonight's fireworks... might not be possible for now."
Victoria's face darkened. Before Arnold could speak, she became anxious: "What happened?"
"Those fireworks... temporarily cannot be ignited. From the situation, it appears to be deliberate sabotage."
Deliberate?
My heart tightened.
Indeed, Arnold's people were efficient—they found out so quickly.
I looked around and the three children were nowhere to be seen. Most likely they ran after causing trouble.
This was bad. If they were found out to be responsible, it would definitely implicate me again.
Just as I was planning to quietly slip away to a corner, suddenly—
Several sharp ascending sounds cut through the night sky. I instinctively looked up and saw countless fireworks blooming in the sky.
The first burst exploded—blue-purple, cascading down like the Milky Way; immediately followed by a wave of orange-gold, like a falling galaxy pouring down from the horizon.
Brilliant beyond compare, dazzling to the extreme.
Even I couldn't help but stop and stare up in wonder.
The sky full of radiance reflected in my eyes, so stunning it made my heart tremble slightly.
Victoria's previously tense face immediately relaxed, her smile slowly returning. She turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness.
"Paisley, are you convinced now?" She approached me, saying quietly under the fireworks, "This is Arnold's love for me. You'll never have this in your lifetime."
Honestly, these fireworks truly amazed me.
Who wouldn't love such beauty?
I admit, in that moment, I was also mesmerized.
Victoria smiled smugly, standing in the center of light and sound, enjoying everyone's envious gazes.
But just then—
"Look, what's that?"
Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a direction in the sky.
Hearing this, everyone looked more carefully.
I also looked up, and the next second, the fireworks slowly gathered into a string of letters. I quickly understood those letters—translated, they actually said: I love you.
I love you?
The crowd began to stir: "I love you? It says I love you up there!"
Instantly, everyone remembered the rumors from before the party began: Arnold was going to propose to Victoria tonight.
Could it be... he was really going to propose?
I saw Victoria obviously become excited. She looked at the fireworks in the sky, her eyes lighting up.
I love you. The sky read "I love you."
She seemed to have decided this was all a surprise Arnold had carefully prepared, and she probably even automatically interpreted the earlier "hiccup" as buildup.
Her face was filled with excitement, joy, and anticipation. The way she looked at Arnold was like she was waiting for him to pull out a ring.
Standing nearby, my gaze fell on Arnold's face.
His expression was cold and stern, brows tightly furrowed—not at all like someone about to propose.
He wasn't smiling, nor moving, and his entire being radiated unease and confusion.
My heart "thumped."
These weren't fireworks he had prepared?
At this moment, the crowd began chanting:
"Propose! Propose! Propose!"
The voices grew louder and more uniform, deafeningly so, as if Arnold should kneel on one knee the next second.
Victoria's eyes were red with tears, filled with uncontrollable excitement and happiness.
I stood in place, but my heart felt uneasy. Something about this whole situation felt wrong.
Just then, someone suddenly asked: "What does PR mean?"
"What PR?"
"The firework pattern—those two big letters up there, PR!"
The crowd paused, everyone looking up at the sky again in unison.
I also looked up, staring at those two extremely prominent letters in the night sky.
PR.
Another long, oppressive silence.
Victoria's expression gradually stiffened. She continued to force composure while looking up for another half minute, her neck nearly breaking from the strain, when suddenly—
Whoosh—
Pop!
A firework finally sounded in the sky. The previously murmuring crowd immediately looked up, thinking they'd finally reached the spectacular moment.
However, after the explosion, they only saw faint smoke appear in the sky, dissipating with the wind after a few seconds.
...That's it?
I raised an eyebrow slightly, watching the crowd's expressions stiffen.
This could be called "million-dollar fireworks"?
Victoria's smile looked like it had been torn off her face. Her lips twitched, and she finally couldn't help turning to Arnold, "Arnold, what... what's going on?"
Arnold's face darkened, his features becoming more coldly defined. He scanned the area and looked toward Neil.
Neil immediately understood his meaning and quickly bent down to investigate, his face nearly covered in embarrassment.
I quietly watched Victoria turn back to the crowd.
Sure enough, the originally expectant crowd now had completely changed expressions.
They came to see million-dollar fireworks, and now just one went off? Wasn't this a joke?
I heard someone whisper:
"Wasn't it supposed to be million-dollar fireworks? This... that's it? Are you kidding?"
"Yeah, look at Miss Hayes' face—it's frozen... Could it be that Mr. Cavendish didn't prepare anything this year?"
"They're not playing with us, are they?"
Hearing those discussions, I couldn't help but laugh softly.
Victoria's nails had already dug into her palms, her eyes staring deadly at me.
I lazily raised an eyebrow. That firework just now... tsk, I felt embarrassed for her.
Even heaven couldn't bear to watch this scene, could it?
And at this crucial moment, she still had to turn back and make eye contact with me.
I curved my lips and mouthed to her, "Wow, how spectacular."
Victoria's delicate face instantly twisted to the extreme, her complexion green like foundation mixed with the wrong color.
Just as I was about to slowly enjoy her embarrassed appearance, my heart suddenly "thumped."
Something was wrong.
Arnold was always meticulous in his work, especially in such public occasions. There was no way such a mistake could occur. Unless...
I suddenly realized—Rowan, Callum, Elodie!
Those three little rascals!
Sure enough, Neil had finished investigating and returned. After saying a few words in Arnold's ear, he turned to Victoria and said quietly:
"Miss Hayes, tonight's fireworks... might not be possible for now."
Victoria's face darkened. Before Arnold could speak, she became anxious: "What happened?"
"Those fireworks... temporarily cannot be ignited. From the situation, it appears to be deliberate sabotage."
Deliberate?
My heart tightened.
Indeed, Arnold's people were efficient—they found out so quickly.
I looked around and the three children were nowhere to be seen. Most likely they ran after causing trouble.
This was bad. If they were found out to be responsible, it would definitely implicate me again.
Just as I was planning to quietly slip away to a corner, suddenly—
Several sharp ascending sounds cut through the night sky. I instinctively looked up and saw countless fireworks blooming in the sky.
The first burst exploded—blue-purple, cascading down like the Milky Way; immediately followed by a wave of orange-gold, like a falling galaxy pouring down from the horizon.
Brilliant beyond compare, dazzling to the extreme.
Even I couldn't help but stop and stare up in wonder.
The sky full of radiance reflected in my eyes, so stunning it made my heart tremble slightly.
Victoria's previously tense face immediately relaxed, her smile slowly returning. She turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness.
"Paisley, are you convinced now?" She approached me, saying quietly under the fireworks, "This is Arnold's love for me. You'll never have this in your lifetime."
Honestly, these fireworks truly amazed me.
Who wouldn't love such beauty?
I admit, in that moment, I was also mesmerized.
Victoria smiled smugly, standing in the center of light and sound, enjoying everyone's envious gazes.
But just then—
"Look, what's that?"
Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a direction in the sky.
Hearing this, everyone looked more carefully.
I also looked up, and the next second, the fireworks slowly gathered into a string of letters. I quickly understood those letters—translated, they actually said: I love you.
I love you?
The crowd began to stir: "I love you? It says I love you up there!"
Instantly, everyone remembered the rumors from before the party began: Arnold was going to propose to Victoria tonight.
Could it be... he was really going to propose?
I saw Victoria obviously become excited. She looked at the fireworks in the sky, her eyes lighting up.
I love you. The sky read "I love you."
She seemed to have decided this was all a surprise Arnold had carefully prepared, and she probably even automatically interpreted the earlier "hiccup" as buildup.
Her face was filled with excitement, joy, and anticipation. The way she looked at Arnold was like she was waiting for him to pull out a ring.
Standing nearby, my gaze fell on Arnold's face.
His expression was cold and stern, brows tightly furrowed—not at all like someone about to propose.
He wasn't smiling, nor moving, and his entire being radiated unease and confusion.
My heart "thumped."
These weren't fireworks he had prepared?
At this moment, the crowd began chanting:
"Propose! Propose! Propose!"
The voices grew louder and more uniform, deafeningly so, as if Arnold should kneel on one knee the next second.
Victoria's eyes were red with tears, filled with uncontrollable excitement and happiness.
I stood in place, but my heart felt uneasy. Something about this whole situation felt wrong.
Just then, someone suddenly asked: "What does PR mean?"
"What PR?"
"The firework pattern—those two big letters up there, PR!"
The crowd paused, everyone looking up at the sky again in unison.
I also looked up, staring at those two extremely prominent letters in the night sky.
PR.
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