The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Sold Them
“Ohh, Lola, it’s like you’re living the life of a celebrity too!” Aileen mused, resting her cheek on her palm as she looked at Lola across from her. “Just look at this security. People must think you’re a celebrity or something.”

“If I’m a celebrity and this is the life I live, I can only imagine the backlash I’d get the next day,” Lola hissed, lowering her head to hide her embarrassment. “Goodness. What part of ‘take a day off’ did they not understand?”

She ground her teeth, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“No wonder they get punished for not listening,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “They don’t listen.”

“Haha. You should get used to it.”

Lola frowned and looked up at Aileen. “Huh?”

“Your man is the great Atlas Bennet,” Aileen drawled. “Of course, something like this isn’t surprising. If anything, I think this is what you might call keeping it low.”

For a moment, Lola just blinked at her, confused. Now that she thought about it, Aileen hadn’t looked particularly surprised when she introduced Atlas previously. She’d assumed Aileen simply didn’t know who he was. Apparently, she was wrong.

Aileen’s smile widened. “I know the Bennets,” she revealed with a light chuckle. “One of them’s actually a regular client. Well, not the lady, but her husband.”

“Penny?”

“No.” Aileen shook her head. “Nina and Finn Davis. The client is Finn. He changes his wife’s wardrobe every new season. What a sweet husband!”

“Nina…” Lola trailed off, sifting through her memory until it clicked. Penny’s birth had been… complicated, to say the least. “Right. I know her.”

At least, the younger version of Nina.

“And when you’re connected to even one Bennet, you get the gist of the family dynamic — and just how powerful they all are,” Aileen went on in awe. “Though I was surprised to see Atlas Bennet in person. I’ve only ever seen him in the news. The last article about him was five years ago. I checked out of pure curiosity.”

For a brief moment, Lola stared at her, lips curling as realization dawned.

“Aileen, you’ve really grown, haven’t you?” she said softly, leaning her elbows on the table. “Just look at us. Until now, I’ve always seen you as my Aileen — my friend, my twin. But now I realize things have changed. You’re not the same Aileen I used to know.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” Aileen smiled back, her gaze drifting toward the playhouse beside the café where the twins were laughing and chasing other kids. Her smile softened. “You’re not the same Lola I used to know either… and honestly, I’m glad they didn’t kill your spirit completely.”

When her eyes returned to Lola, her voice turned tender.

“And I’m glad you’re in a good place now, Lola,” she said sincerely. “I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Seeing you like this feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”

As someone who had always seen Lola as family, Aileen — and her mother — had often worried about her. Living under Jasmine and that daughter of hers must’ve been hell. They’d worried every single day, but back then, they hadn’t been capable enough to do anything about it.

“It was a hopeless situation,” Aileen whispered. “That’s why I’m so glad things worked out — for both of us. Being in a tough spot is one thing, but being helpless… that’s another.”

Admit it or not, money might not solve everything, but it sure fixed a lot.

“But one thing that didn’t change,” Lola quipped with a grin, “is that we still share the same brainwave. Oh, Aileen, how long are you staying in Novera?”

“I’m here for the show, and I’m planning to open a branch here,” Aileen hummed. “We’ll see!”

“And Auntie?” Lola raised a brow. “Where is she?”

“Abroad,” Aileen winked. “She’s finally living her life for the first time, and I’m letting her.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Anyway,” Aileen said, straightening a little, “I haven’t visited your mother’s grave since coming back to Novera. Should we go together?”

“Of course.” Lola nodded. “Let me know when you’re free. I’ll arrange it.”

“Sweet! Bring the twins too.” Aileen giggled. “For some reason, I feel like you manifested having twins.”

“Huh?”

“You used to be obsessed with the idea of twins, remember?” Aileen tilted her head. “You’d ask your mom silly questions — like what if you had a twin sister or brother, or if you could have twin siblings. In the end, you adopted me as your twin.”

Her eyes sparkled. “I’m glad you finally got them.”

For a moment, surprise flickered across Lola’s face before her smile bloomed wide. “Me too, Aileen. I’m glad I finally have them.”

The two women shared a smile, sipping their milk teas as they watched the twins play.

After a while, Aileen suddenly clapped her hands as something came to mind.

“Right!” She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a stack of invitations. “Here are the invitations you asked for. I’ve added a few just in case. I don’t mind giving you more, but I’m surprised — since when do you have such a large circle of friends?”

As Lola accepted the stack, she smiled slyly. “Oh, these aren’t for my friends.”

“Huh?”

“Hehe. You could say I sold them.” Lola blinked innocently. “You’re not going to charge me for that, are you?”

“I earn plenty.” Aileen blinked back at her. “I’m just curious — are these invitations really going to help you?”

“Very much.”

“Good!” she said with satisfaction. “If these simple papers are going to help you, I’d give you a hundred more.”

Lola chuckled at Aileen’s remark, though she knew her friend meant it. They were family, after all. And even if Lola didn’t realize it, she was the reason Aileen had pushed herself into fashion design — the decision that changed her life.

“Anyway,” Lola said, picking up one invitation and raising it, “I feel like I should tell you this. One of these is going to land on Melissa’s lap.”

“No way!” Aileen didn’t even hesitate. “Lola, I’ll give you a hundred more on the condition that none of them end up with Melissa or Jasmine.”

Lola pursed her lips, watching her friend’s horrified expression. “Well, I don’t have a choice but to give her one.”

“Lola, I love you, but I can’t let that witch into my show,” Aileen huffed. “Please don’t.”

“You don’t have to let her in, though.”

“Huh?”

Lola’s smile brightened. “It’s your show, isn’t it? She can have the invitation… but who gets in is still your call, right?”

“…”

Aileen blinked once, twice, then stared at Lola with dawning realization before gasping. “Oh! I didn’t even think of that!”

“I wouldn’t have given her one if I thought it’d make you uncomfortable.”

Aileen leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Lola, you’re a genius!”

The two of them grinned from ear to ear — Aileen practically bouncing in excitement at the thought of giving Melissa a taste of her own medicine.

After all, she might’ve downplayed it, but the way Jasmine and Melissa had turned her and her mother away from the Young residence was far uglier than most would ever know.