The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Break A Leg Literally
[Flashback]

“Sir, what is Miss Lola doing?” Allen walked closer to Atlas, eyes on Lola in the backyard, building something huge with the twins. “They’ve been working on that for days now.”

At this point, Allen was convinced it wasn’t a school project. Not only were Lola and the twins involved, but even Baby and some of the bodyguards were helping for some reason.

Atlas didn’t answer; he just stared at the trio while Slater idly ran his mouth. Crossing his arms, Atlas pondered quietly, his gaze fixed on Lola. His silence made Allen glance at him sideways.

“Sir, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Allen asked out of pure curiosity. “Or are you at least going to answer my question?”

Atlas raised his brows and glanced at him. “Your question?”

“…” Allen lowered his head and cleared his throat, watching his boss walk away. His face twisted a bit, but he decided to follow.

“Whatever this is, I want to know if it’s a time machine or what.”

The two approached the group working on the mysterious “project.” As they got closer, all they could hear was Slater’s dramatic narration.

“Sis, just think about it!” Slater sang, waving his hand like a director. “You, walking in an elegant dress, your curls bouncing with every step, your face radiant like a goddess!”

He clasped his hands together, eyes shining as if he were seeing the scene play out in real time. “Just imagine all the heads turning your way — their lives flashing before their eyes as they question everything they’ve ever done.”

“Uncle Best, Mommy already does that on a daily basis,” Second said innocently, looking up at him. Chacha nodded in agreement. “That’s right! Mommy already makes people’s heads turn, their lives flash before their eyes, and question reality!”

Slater frowned. “Pretty sure we’re talking about two different things here.”

“Slater, knock it off,” Lola muttered, shaking her head without even looking at him. “Just help or shut up. Can’t you see everyone’s working hard here?”

Just as those words left her mouth, she finally caught sight of two new faces. When she looked up, her expression brightened.

“Break time?” she asked, making everyone turn toward her — only to see Atlas standing near them.

“What is all of this?” As usual, Atlas didn’t beat around the bush. “The more you build this, the less I understand it.”

Lola’s mouth stretched from ear to ear until her eyes were squinting. Her reaction made both Atlas and Allen raise their brows and glance at everyone else. Aside from Lola’s wide grin and the twins’ obvious excitement, everyone just sighed heavily.

*****

Moments later…

“Tada~!”

Standing on one side of a giant prize wheel was Lola, and on the other were the twins. The three beamed at Atlas — and at Allen, who stood a step behind his boss. Atlas crossed his arms, staring at the wheel like a game show prop from his childhood.

“This,” Lola announced proudly, “is Fate.”

“This Wheel of Fate,” she explained, “will decide my next course of action.”

“Next course of action?” Allen’s face twitched as he watched Lola stick labels onto each colored section.

He and the others had just watched her assemble it. At first, Allen wasn’t sure what it was — until the skeleton took shape. Definitely not a time machine, after all.

“Uh-huh,” Lola nodded. “Since I can’t decide what to do about the engagement party I’ll be attending, I’m letting this wheel decide for me. For instance—” She paused and gave the twins a nod. The duo nodded back and spun the wheel with all their might.

“If it lands on pink, I’ll go dressed as sophisticated as Slater imagined,” she continued as the wheel spun behind her. “But if it lands on white, I’ll show up like an angel about to take them to heaven.”

She went on, explaining the general idea behind the absurd creation. Atlas listened quietly, while Allen focused on the slowing wheel, counting the colors.

“What about black and red?” Allen asked. “What happens if it lands there?”

Lola grinned. “Then I have no choice but to make sure everyone sees their lives flash before their eyes.”

Everyone present — except for the twins, who found no fault in her logic, and Atlas, whose expression stayed unreadable — looked at her in dismay. Baby, meanwhile, shifted his eyes toward the wheel as it came to a stop.

“Oh, it stopped!” Chacha chirped, making everyone look up.

Much to everyone’s dismay, the wheel had stopped right on the fine line between red and black. A few even caught themselves holding their breath, wide-eyed, waiting for Lola’s reaction.

“Oh…” Lola rocked her head, then smiled brightly at Atlas. “That was a test! But you get the point, right?”

For some reason, everyone felt like exhaling in relief. Deep down, none of them wanted to witness another one of her horrifying “looks.” After all, Lola had a history of transforming into an entirely different person. Prosthetics or not, it was terrifying.

So, as promised, Lola let the prize wheel dictate her next move and spent the entire next morning spinning it like she was hosting her own show. When it was time, Atlas assisted her out.

However, before she could hop into the backseat, Atlas reached out and caught her arm.

“Should I go?” he asked, watching her beam at him.

“They’re not worth your time,” she quipped, leaning closer. “Don’t worry. I wrote a lot of face-slapping scenes, but this one’s gonna be my favorite. I’ll give them the face slap of their lives.”

Her mouth stretched wide, eyes gleaming with mischief. Her confidence alone was oddly reassuring.

“Break a leg,” he said, letting go of her hand — then added, flatly, “literally.”

*****

[Present Time]

Atlas was finishing some work in his home office when he suddenly stopped. His eyelashes fluttered slowly as his thoughts drifted to the look on Lola’s face.

“…”

Leaning back in his chair, he paused for a moment. “She does worry me.”

Without another thought, he pushed himself up and walked out of the office. Just as he stepped into the hall, he saw Slater heading toward him.

“Huh? First Brother? Where are you going?” Slater asked as Atlas approached.

Atlas didn’t stop walking and only answered when he passed him. “Comeuppance.”

“Huh?”

“Faceslapping.”

“Oh…” Slater rocked his head, then suddenly perked up. “Wait for me! I’m coming too!”