Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 64: Chapter 64
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I looked at her without responding.
"When the re-authentication results come out—you say this has problems, I say no problems. If you lose, I'll host tonight's auction. You give up the chief auctioneer position."
I stared at her for a second, speaking indifferently: "What if you lose?"
"If I lose," she lifted her chin, "I'll publicly admit you're better than me and apologize."
I raised an eyebrow slightly, my tone cold: "I don't need you to admit anything. If you lose, come clean the warehouse for a week."
"Deal." She smirked disdainfully. She didn't believe she could lose at all.
I didn't look at her again, turning and leaving directly.
At noon, news of the bet spread rapidly throughout the auction house. Wherever I went, I could feel others' appraising looks and hushed discussions.
Emily secretly came over to tell me that someone had started a betting pool, and almost everyone bet I would lose.
I knew clearly that if I lost, it wouldn't just be losing the first auction—I might lose all respect. No one would take me seriously anymore; I'd become a laughingstock in the industry.
For me, this was a more brutal challenge than a "debut"—practically my "life-or-death battle."
But I knew I wouldn't lose.
I blocked out all the noise, throwing myself wholeheartedly into tomorrow's auction preparations.
The cards were on the table—I'd win beautifully.
New York Imperial Hotel.
The auction would be held here.
One hour before the official start, I was in the lounge, looking down at messages from the three children.
"Lacey!" Emily rushed in urgently, but her voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
I looked up at her.
She stood in the doorway, staring at me in a daze, her gaze falling on me as if she'd forgotten what to say next.
Today I wore a light blue gown, hair pinned up, mask covering the lower half of my face. But I knew my eyes and brows were stunning enough.
"What's wrong?" I raised an eyebrow.
Emily stood stunned for several seconds before snapping back, stiffly raising her hand to point outside: "I... I saw Heatherine come over too."
"I know." I glanced at my phone screen, casually asking: "Authentication results not out yet?"
She shook her head, her gaze still somewhat unfocused: "Not yet... there's great controversy. Mr. Smith invited expert Mr. Winston over, saying the final result will be based on his judgment."
I nodded.
Expert Winston had extremely high reputation in this circle—I had sufficient trust in him too.
"Good." I stood up, preparing to go out.
Emily's gaze still couldn't move away from me.
I heard her mutter quietly: "Whoever said Lacey was hideous... people who say such things should have their mouths torn."
I smiled.
——
"What, Lacey still won't admit defeat? Less than an hour left—if results don't come out, I win." Heatherine walked in.
She was exquisitely made up, hair and makeup perfect, clearly confident she'd be tonight's auctioneer.
I glanced at her: "You're anxious?"
She smiled smugly: "You're definitely losing."
I looked at her, responding calmly: "What a pity."
"Pity what?"
"Pity your careful grooming will ultimately be wasted."
I walked away.
She stood there, grinding her teeth: "Stubborn!"
We'll see.
——
Five minutes later, the auction hall was packed.
Under the spotlight, Heatherine was already standing at the auctioneer's podium, confident and poised, as if she'd already won everything.
I wasn't in a hurry to go up, just standing quietly in the corner.
"Lacey!" Emily anxiously came to my side. "She's already up there, why aren't you moving?"
I looked at the smug person on stage, my tone calm.
"Why the rush?"
"Aren't you worried?"
I answered softly: "Worry comes from lack of confidence. But I have it."
I wouldn't lose. Not from luck, but because I could see the truth.
In the past, too much had been stolen from me.
Now, whatever I wanted, no one could take away.
Just then, I felt a distant but sharp gaze fall on me.
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
In the auction hall's VIP section, Arnold sat there with upright posture and steady presence. He turned his head slightly, his gaze locked firmly on my back.
He recognized me.
"Why is she here?" I heard him ask Neil beside him in a low voice.
Neil quickly noticed, also looking surprised: "I'll investigate."
"Mm." He responded lightly.
Victoria beside him smiled sweetly, leaning over: "Arnold, thank you for accompanying me to the auction."
He didn't respond to her, just continued watching me.
——
On stage, Heatherine was about to speak.
A staff member quickly walked up and whispered something in her ear.
Her expression changed instantly: "How is that possible?!"
"When the re-authentication results come out—you say this has problems, I say no problems. If you lose, I'll host tonight's auction. You give up the chief auctioneer position."
I stared at her for a second, speaking indifferently: "What if you lose?"
"If I lose," she lifted her chin, "I'll publicly admit you're better than me and apologize."
I raised an eyebrow slightly, my tone cold: "I don't need you to admit anything. If you lose, come clean the warehouse for a week."
"Deal." She smirked disdainfully. She didn't believe she could lose at all.
I didn't look at her again, turning and leaving directly.
At noon, news of the bet spread rapidly throughout the auction house. Wherever I went, I could feel others' appraising looks and hushed discussions.
Emily secretly came over to tell me that someone had started a betting pool, and almost everyone bet I would lose.
I knew clearly that if I lost, it wouldn't just be losing the first auction—I might lose all respect. No one would take me seriously anymore; I'd become a laughingstock in the industry.
For me, this was a more brutal challenge than a "debut"—practically my "life-or-death battle."
But I knew I wouldn't lose.
I blocked out all the noise, throwing myself wholeheartedly into tomorrow's auction preparations.
The cards were on the table—I'd win beautifully.
New York Imperial Hotel.
The auction would be held here.
One hour before the official start, I was in the lounge, looking down at messages from the three children.
"Lacey!" Emily rushed in urgently, but her voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
I looked up at her.
She stood in the doorway, staring at me in a daze, her gaze falling on me as if she'd forgotten what to say next.
Today I wore a light blue gown, hair pinned up, mask covering the lower half of my face. But I knew my eyes and brows were stunning enough.
"What's wrong?" I raised an eyebrow.
Emily stood stunned for several seconds before snapping back, stiffly raising her hand to point outside: "I... I saw Heatherine come over too."
"I know." I glanced at my phone screen, casually asking: "Authentication results not out yet?"
She shook her head, her gaze still somewhat unfocused: "Not yet... there's great controversy. Mr. Smith invited expert Mr. Winston over, saying the final result will be based on his judgment."
I nodded.
Expert Winston had extremely high reputation in this circle—I had sufficient trust in him too.
"Good." I stood up, preparing to go out.
Emily's gaze still couldn't move away from me.
I heard her mutter quietly: "Whoever said Lacey was hideous... people who say such things should have their mouths torn."
I smiled.
——
"What, Lacey still won't admit defeat? Less than an hour left—if results don't come out, I win." Heatherine walked in.
She was exquisitely made up, hair and makeup perfect, clearly confident she'd be tonight's auctioneer.
I glanced at her: "You're anxious?"
She smiled smugly: "You're definitely losing."
I looked at her, responding calmly: "What a pity."
"Pity what?"
"Pity your careful grooming will ultimately be wasted."
I walked away.
She stood there, grinding her teeth: "Stubborn!"
We'll see.
——
Five minutes later, the auction hall was packed.
Under the spotlight, Heatherine was already standing at the auctioneer's podium, confident and poised, as if she'd already won everything.
I wasn't in a hurry to go up, just standing quietly in the corner.
"Lacey!" Emily anxiously came to my side. "She's already up there, why aren't you moving?"
I looked at the smug person on stage, my tone calm.
"Why the rush?"
"Aren't you worried?"
I answered softly: "Worry comes from lack of confidence. But I have it."
I wouldn't lose. Not from luck, but because I could see the truth.
In the past, too much had been stolen from me.
Now, whatever I wanted, no one could take away.
Just then, I felt a distant but sharp gaze fall on me.
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
In the auction hall's VIP section, Arnold sat there with upright posture and steady presence. He turned his head slightly, his gaze locked firmly on my back.
He recognized me.
"Why is she here?" I heard him ask Neil beside him in a low voice.
Neil quickly noticed, also looking surprised: "I'll investigate."
"Mm." He responded lightly.
Victoria beside him smiled sweetly, leaning over: "Arnold, thank you for accompanying me to the auction."
He didn't respond to her, just continued watching me.
——
On stage, Heatherine was about to speak.
A staff member quickly walked up and whispered something in her ear.
Her expression changed instantly: "How is that possible?!"
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