The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Mini Quest
“Go, Mommy~! Don’t let them discourage you! You are better than everyone cause you are the best mom ever~!”

“You can outrun them, Mommy~!”

“Sis~! Don’t push yourself too much… but destroy them all~!”

Lola winced at the twins’ and Slater’s cheers. The four of them — Allen included — had set up a table on the side and were eating breakfast while watching her.

I’m not running with them because I want to beat them!

But she kept that to herself, shaking her head and refocusing on her self-assigned mission. She jogged right beside the group, pacing them. Some of the men glanced at her but said nothing, choosing instead to ignore her completely.

They weren’t running fast, but their pace was steady — relentless. Still, even a consistent jog would drain anyone eventually, especially with little rest, food, or water. Minutes later, the man at the front glanced at Lola from the corner of his eye.

“What are you doing?” he asked under his breath, sounding like he was wasting his last bit of energy just speaking.

Lola shot him a sidelong look before facing forward.

“Morning run,” she said flatly. “You guys wouldn’t stop even when I tried, so I’ll run too.”

Those who heard her shifted their eyes her way, almost snickering. Some shook their heads but didn’t think much of it. Surely, she would give up once she got tired. So they carried on.

However, lap after lap, Lola was still there — running beside them.

Before anyone realized it, she had been running with them for a solid thirty minutes.

Their audience had already finished breakfast and were now just watching. Chacha swung her legs back and forth, clutching her plushie in one arm.

“Mommy isn’t outrunning them,” she muttered with a pout. “How will she win?”

Second rubbed his chin, eyes locked on his mother. “Should we join her?”

“You two should stay here and cheer,” Slater advised, catching their attention. “I think she’s trying something out.”

“It’s better if we stay out of it,” Allen added, smiling faintly. “I don’t know what Miss Lola’s plan is, but I can tell this is important.”

He slowly shifted his gaze toward the runners and Lola. “If she manages to make them stop, then that’s a good start.”

It was well known that Atlas wasn’t originally meant to be part of the Secret Society. But for many reasons, he had assumed the role — for the sake of the Bennets and Zoren Pierson. Still, commanding a powerful force wasn’t easy.

Atlas didn’t just join the Secret Society, and began issuing orders. Well, he did, but it wasn’t easy as that. Problems arose because most of the Order’s members didn’t recognize his authority. And if people wouldn’t listen, being a leader was nothing more than an empty title.

This situation was no different for Lola.

Even the Secret Society wouldn’t acknowledge her unless she earned their respect. Otherwise, people would simply see her as Atlas’s weakness. She didn’t need to prove herself right now — after all, she wasn’t Atlas’s wife yet — but since things had come to this, Allen was curious to see how she’d make them listen.

Chacha, Second, and Slater exchanged a look, then turned toward Lola again. Deep down, they all rooted for her. They knew that if she couldn’t make them stop on her own, it would become a serious problem later.

Meanwhile, Lola focused on keeping her breathing steady.

“Wow, I’m out of shape,” she muttered. “My heart’s going crazy.”

Not as crazy as when Atlas made his romantic advances, though.

Still, forty-five minutes in, she could feel the strain. Glancing at the men beside her, she couldn’t believe these guys had been running for days with barely any breaks.

“So— ahem!” She cleared her throat. “Do you guys just run this same lap? Even in the middle of the day?”

No one answered. She scrunched her nose and looked ahead.

“Just so you know… I’m not stopping until you all stop this madness,” she said firmly. “I’ll keep running — all the way to hell if I have to.”

This time, several men glanced her way. Some gave dry laughs, but none took her seriously. In their minds, she’d burn out soon. She’d only been running for forty-five minutes and was already drenched in sweat. She wouldn’t last.

Another thirty minutes passed before Atlas finally came home.

The moment he stepped into the entryway, he headed straight to the kitchen, expecting to find his family there. Instead, the place was empty.

“Still asleep?” he murmured until he heard Chacha’s voice outside.

Turning toward the open sliding doors leading to the patio, he saw Chacha standing on a chair, waving enthusiastically. She was cheering for Lola, while Second sat nearby, also shouting encouragements.

As for Slater…

“Sis, stop now!” Slater wailed dramatically. “You’re going to kill yourself — not before the wedding, please!”

Deep lines formed on Atlas’s face as his eyes shifted toward the runners. There she was — Lola — jogging alongside them. Tilting his head, he observed the scene before shaking it lightly.

He kept his gaze on her and immediately understood what she was trying to do.

“They’re not going to listen so easily,” he muttered.

Then, he stepped outside and stopped near the table. Chacha and Second were still cheering, Slater was on the verge of tears, and Allen nearly jumped out of his seat.

“Sir!” Allen blurted. “You’ve arrived!”

Atlas arched a brow but said nothing, his eyes still fixed on the runners.

“Ah — Miss Lola—”

“I’m working from home today,” Atlas interrupted calmly, giving him a side glance. “Reschedule all my meetings and appointments to virtual.”

“Of — of course!” Allen nodded quickly, watching as Atlas sat down beside him.

With his usual indifferent air, Atlas reached for a clean plate and began serving himself breakfast, eyes never leaving the scene.

Allen blinked, baffled. “Sir, aren’t you going to stop Miss Lola?”

“Why would I?” Atlas asked, glancing at him briefly. “She’s challenging my order. I want to see how she’s going to do it.”