The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: How Is That A Requirement?
When Lola and Atlas returned home, they were immediately greeted by the twins. Chacha ran straight to her father, while Second went to Lola. Like doting parents, they carried the twins as they sang about preparing dinner.

Lola couldn’t have asked for more. This had been her life since moving in with them—or rather, her life had been like this ever since the twins and Atlas had entered it. And she was grateful it had happened.

“Young Madam,” said the female helper in the manor as Lola stepped out of the twins’ room after putting them to bed. She was waiting outside, holding two envelopes. “These came today.”

“Oh.” Lola tilted her head and took them. “Thank you.”

The helper nodded slightly before walking away. Lola examined the envelopes, both elegantly designed.

“I know Melissa is sending me her engagement invitation, but why are there two?” she wondered, opening the first envelope. “Don’t tell me she made a new one.”

If so, this would be the third invitation she’d received from Melissa: the first one when Lola flew to Novera, and now these two. Upon inspecting the first, Lola shook her head.

“This looks better than the first,” she muttered approvingly. “The first one was a bit tacky.”

She didn’t dwell on it, knowing Melissa probably had help with these new invitations. After all, their original engagement party had been canceled due to Chairman Lancaster’s intervention. He wanted Lawrence to return Lola, her mother’s properties, before approving another engagement date.

She opened the second envelope without much thought. To her surprise, it wasn’t another engagement invitation. It was an invitation to a tea party.

“Hah.” Lola shook her head, inhaling the exquisite scent from the envelope. “As expected of Celestine. Compared to the engagement invitation, this is definitely different. Better in so many ways.”

“A tea party, huh?” she whispered, reading the first cursive line: Mrs. Bennet.

*****

“I’m attending a tea party,” Lola announced as she walked into the room where Atlas was already waiting. She sat on the edge of the bed, waving the envelope. “See? It’s addressed to Mrs. Bennet.”

Atlas glanced at the letter peeking from the open envelope. “Have fun.”

“Hehe. I will.”

He watched her, raising an eyebrow as her lips curled into a mischievous smile. Curiosity got the better of him.

“What are you planning with it?”

“Well, I’m still weighing my options,” Lola said, tossing herself onto the bed, wriggling until her head rested on his lap. “After all, Celestine Lancaster is a smart woman. She wouldn’t invite Mrs. Bennet for no reason—no matter how important I think I am.”

“You are important.”

“To you and the twins, but the social circle in Novera is probably very different from Anteca,” she hummed, though she wasn’t entirely sure what it was like in Anteca. She had never been part of such a circle.

The only circles Lola knew were filled with businessmen running their companies—not their wives. Not that she looked down on wives’ roles; she simply had no time for them during her endless hustle.

“Celestine Lancaster made these tea parties desirable because of the members and exclusivity,” Lola continued, and he listened attentively. “I’m sure she wants something from Mrs. Bennet.”

“Whatever it is, that won’t be a problem.”

“I know,” she grinned. “I have the biggest leverage: YOU.”

Atlas raised an eyebrow and nodded, seemingly satisfied to be used by her. He preferred this over standing idle.

“I’m not thinking about whether I’d give her what she wants,” she clarified. “What I’m thinking is: what do I want from her? Something only she can give me. Something worthy of Mrs. Bennet’s time.”

There were many things one could ask from Celestine, including inside information about Novera’s market flow. But Lola didn’t need that. She, Amala, and Silo had already studied Novera’s market before setting up their office. Thanks to Silo and his connections, they had a trusted contact.

“You don’t need her immediately,” Atlas said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “You just need her to owe you.”

Lola blinked, her eyes shining. “I didn’t think of that.”

“A debt is always a debt,” he said. “If she’s even worth bothering with, I’m certain she’ll come in handy in the future.”

She looked at him, a wide smile spreading across her face. “I’m so glad I told you this,” she quipped, and he responded with a nonchalant shrug.

“I just had an idea!” Lola jumped up, facing him. “You told me to punish those guys, right?”

“Mhm.” He nodded. “They’re at your mercy.”

“Then I’ll punish them!”

Excited, Lola ran from the bedroom, then suddenly peeked her head back in.

“I’ll be back, okay? Mwa mwa!”

She sprinted away, leaving the door slightly ajar. Atlas just shook his head, shrugging, not bothering to wonder what kind of punishment she had in mind. After all, Atlas had let Lola handle it for one reason: to let them open their hearts to her.

Joining the Secret Society wasn’t easy. There would be doubts and challenges, especially since Atlas was preparing to make her his wife. It was better for Lola to have allies who respected her for herself—and not for him or the title she would bear as Mrs. Atlas Bennet.

****

Minutes later, the men Lola had told to be punished stood in formation, expressions stern, eyes fixed on the two figures — Lola and Slater — before them.

“Since all of you have recovered, I will punish you!” Lola crossed her arms. “Though this punishment has some… requirements.”

The men didn’t move, not even a reaction. They listened like soldiers awaiting orders.

“The requirements are: a clean suit, neat appearance, a shaved face, and black sunglasses!”

Confusion crossed their brows. Even Slater furrowed his brows as he looked at her.

“How is that a requirement for a punishment?”

Lola smiled broadly and ignored him.

“Tomorrow’s your punishment,” she giggled mischievously. “Make sure each of you looks your best. Get a good night’s sleep tonight because you’ll need to be very, very pretty!”

Finally, Lola pulled Slater close by his arm, pointing at his face. “Like him.”

The men stared at her, utterly confused. All they could think was:

What the hell is she planning?

Meanwhile, Slater just laughed out loud. “Oh, now I understand! This punishment will require them three lifetimes to look this good!”

All the men’s jaws tightened as they clasped their fists tight at his comment. But Lola spoke again.

“Do not disappoint me, boys,” she smirked. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”