The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 498

Chapter 498: Scared?
“What in the…”

Lola trailed off, standing behind Atlas with a few bodyguards. Today, she had tagged along with him just to spend time together. However, she didn’t expect the “meeting” he mentioned to be this.

Inside one of the cabins near the main town was something resembling a crime scene. Several bodies lay rotting on the floor, with only one man still breathing. The sole survivor was beaten black and blue, lying unconscious on the wooden floor.

“…” Lola pursed her lips. “Atlas, what’s going on? Who could’ve… done this?”

Was the island breached?

Atlas glanced at her quietly and answered, “No.”

“No?”

“Mhm.” He shot one of the guards a sharp look. “Wake him up.”

The guard bowed and swiftly walked away. When he returned, he carried a bucket of water and poured it over the unconscious man.

Lola flinched slightly, confusion rising in the back of her mind. When the man groaned awake, Atlas flicked his hand as a signal. Two bodyguards stepped forward, grabbing the man by the shoulders and dragging him upright.

“Ugh…” The man groggily opened his swollen eyes. His vision was blurred, but even so, he could see the silhouettes of the people in front of him, especially the one standing in the middle.

The corners of his mangled mouth curled into a smirk. “Atlas Zorken—the outsider.”

A chill crawled down Lola’s spine at the man’s raspy, resentful tone. Hearing that alone told her this situation was nothing like what she imagined.

And she was right.

Because this… this wasn’t caused by outsiders. What she was seeing now was the result of actions taken by the man in power.

“I heard you’ve been crying all night,” Atlas said, his voice cool and distant. “Seeing your companions all at peace.”

He paused, as if to emphasize the mockery, his eyes drifting to the corpses scattered around like discarded decorations. Then, he snapped his gaze back to the man.

“Ready to give me the location of your other comrades?” he asked.

The man scoffed. “Just kill me, Atlas. I will not talk.”

“I see.” Atlas rocked his head once before turning around. “Keep him alive.”

“Alive?” The man scoffed again, coughing as his throat burned. “Just kill me—”

His breath hitched when Atlas paused and glanced over his shoulder. He saw the slight curl of Atlas’s lips and the sharp glint in his eyes.

“I didn’t ask because I don’t know where they are. Soon, one by one, this place will be full of your old friends,” Atlas said, voice low and commanding. “And the one who will bury you alive is your own guilt for encouraging them to start a war they could never win.”

With that, Atlas resumed his steps. The man’s eyes widened, and in the next moment, the guards released him, causing him to fall flat on his stomach. But his body was already so numb that the impact barely registered.

“Wait—” he croaked, lifting his head. “At—Atlas, wait! What do you mean—no! Don’t—you don’t—don’t you dare—Atlas!”

But no matter how desperately he shouted, Atlas didn’t stop or even slow his pace. Even when the man vomited blood, his voice wasn’t heard.

Lola, however, remained in the same spot. She stared at the man, still trying to understand what led to this situation. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen such a scene in her life. Back then, she had sometimes walked in on Vito in the middle of his torture sessions.

But Atlas was not Vito. He wouldn’t do this for fun.

She watched as the man screamed Atlas’s name, even tried to crawl after him. But nothing.

I don’t know why… she thought. But Atlas already gave him a chance, but this man didn’t take it.

And she also didn’t understand why, but she couldn’t quite identify what she was feeling.

Lola’s thoughts halted as Allen spoke softly beside her.

“Madam?”

Lola glanced at him and nodded. Giving the man one last look—and the corpses that filled the air with a pungent stench—she turned and followed everyone out.

Amid the man’s final scream of, “ATLAS!” the door slammed shut.

Outside, she saw Atlas standing beside the car, waiting for her. She approached slowly, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Atlas studied her expression, his brows lifting. “Scared?”

“Who? Me?” she let out a weak chuckle. Lola glanced back at the cabin. “If someone’s scared, that would be… the person in that cabin.”

“He deserved it.” Atlas spared the cabin another look but didn’t dwell on it. “Let’s go. I booked a place for us to eat in town. They’re expecting us.”

Lola gulped. Honestly, she didn’t have the appetite to eat after what she’d just seen—especially with that scent still lingering in her nose. Even so, she glanced back at the cabin before getting into the car.

As soon as she got in and Atlas entered from the other side, the others began leaving—except for a small group who clearly intended to stay behind. Among those departing with Atlas, Scarlet’s eyes lingered on the couple as their car sped away.

“Scarlet.” A man suddenly stepped beside her. “Why would he bring her here? Too soon for her to get involved with the Order’s affairs.”

He glanced at her side profile, studying her reaction. “She shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes at the fading car. For the past month, Atlas had said nothing and worked as usual—just as everyone expected. He kept Lola away from Order-related issues. Hence, the silence in the manor.

But today, he finally brought her to a smaller incident related to the family. It wasn’t huge or critical, but still… everyone wondered if this marked the beginning of Lola’s involvement in the Order’s affairs.

“Scar?” the man called gently.

“Enough said,” she replied coldly, turning toward her car without looking at him. “Do what you’re told to do.”

“What about her?” he asked, making her pause. “The master—we can accept. But a woman like her? You and I both know not everyone is happy about that.”

Everyone was simply staying quiet until now.

“Just because everyone’s quiet doesn’t mean the master isn’t aware,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “That woman… isn’t your problem. She’s mine.”

The man smirked as Scarlet resumed walking. “That’s what I’m saying.”

As for her, her eyes glinted sharply.

Indeed, she thought. Lola Young… is someone I need to deal with.