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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.After a moment of muddle…
Just like knocking over the palette, all kinds of colors are mixed together to form a whirlpool, from which a hand reaches out and his consciousness is pulled in.
Gao Ge slowly opens his eyes with his line of sight still a little blurred. The minute he wants to raise his head, he finds his head badly hurt.
“I am not dead?” Gao Ge grows rejoiced and blurts out.
“I prefer you to be dead.” A furious voice comes.
Looking towards the source of the sound, Gao Ge finds that his father, Gao Ming, is staring at him with a cold face.
His mother, Song Yun, sits beside the bed, wiping her tears, “Ge, I beg you, please don’t fight at school any more, okay? You are going to take the college entrance examination soon, and I am not asking you to go to college, but at least you should graduate from high school!”
Every word is like a thunder.
School fight? College entrance examination? Graduate from high school?
He feels a terrible shock in his heart.
He jerks up his arm and subconsciously grabs his mother’s wrist: “Mom, what date is it now?”
Song Yun’s eyes are lackluster and she mutters to herself: “The doctor said that it was only a slight concussion. How come he looks stupid now? It is March 2018!” Then she turns her face and talks to Gao Ming, “Dear, go and get a doctor quickly!”
Gao Ge does not speak, and his lips keep groaning.
March! 2018!
Not only does he not die, but he returns to the past, before the earth aura recovers!
Meanwhile, a piece of news is playing on the TV in the hospital ward. A sharp-featured anchorwoman is holding the press release in front of the camera: “Recently, there have been successive animal mutations in the city. This morning, a Poodle rushed into a tiger park, killing two Manchurian Tigers.”
A man in the next bed pats his thigh and laughs, “This is not Poodle. It is simply a crew-cut boy whose motto is ‘In my whole life, I am either fighting or on the way to fighting. Don’t tell me who my opponent is, just tell me the time and place.’ It’s so funny.”
Another old man who is in his 60s coughs and says: “The world is about to change! Some days ago, I also saw a mouse as big as a dog! That’s really scaring!”
Gao Ge finally comes to himself.
Yes, soon! A strange change is taking place in the world, and it won't be long before the first secret realm in Mount Duanlong of this city is open, as the world ushers in the aura recovery. At that time, most of the tourists in Mount Duanlong will become the first beneficiaries of the Aura Recovery Age by chance.
But now...he is the only person who knows what is coming!
This means that he is now much ahead of the rest of the world!
If the distance is rounded off, it will be 20 laps ahead!
“Am I bobbing up again like a cork?” He looks startled and mutters to himself.
His father, Gao Ming is standing in front of the hospital bed and snorts: “You? Turn over? Is it for both sides done?”
Gao Ge: “…”
Suddenly, something flashes in his mind.
Now he is still a senior, that is to say... Meng Jing is still alive?
The next second, Gao Ge climbs up from the bed crazily.
“Son, where are you going?” Song Yun anxiously asks.
Gao Ge’s eyes become red: “I want to go back to school.”
But he is caught by his father when he is putting on his shoes.
“Lie down. The doctor said that you have a slight concussion and you need to rest.” His father is still as the same as in his memory--serious, every word he said had a commanding tone. But it won't be not long before when his father realizes that he is defined as a stupid qualification and can only be distributed into the last class of the Cultivation Academy, his father will be more dejected.
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