The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Do You Still Bake Chocolates?

Allen tried to console the twins, but they were almost inconsolable. He couldn’t blame them, though. They adored their father, but they craved a mother’s love. Even though there were women in their lives, they had always wanted someone they could proudly call their own mother.

The twins had made their decision long ago.

If their father couldn’t bring their mother home, they would go with her instead. Their reasoning was simple: they had spent their first five years with their father, so they wanted to spend the next five with their mother.

It was only fair.

Standing by the exit, Allen glanced back at the couch where the twins sat.

Well, if they’re serious... then I guess she should get used to his antics, he thought as he quietly stepped out of the family room.

As soon as he closed the door, he looked up at the crowded penthouse.

Countless people were inside, dressed in gear as if they were cleaning a crime scene. But that wasn’t what was happening. He watched some of them carry things—bathroom essentials packed in sealed bags—and replace them with identical replicas. Hairbrushes, lotions, and most of Lola’s other personal items were being switched out.

"Is she really the twins’ mother?" Allen wondered.

These were Atlas’s orders for the day, given after they had spent a full day meticulously replicating all of her belongings so she wouldn’t suspect a thing. A strand or a used glass of water was enough, but just to make sure.

"But from her records, she lost her child, right?" he tilted his head, knowing his boss was already aware of most of Lola’s life. "And she’s never pregnant with twins... according to her records. "

A plethora of questions swirled in his mind, but he knew most of them would be answered by a single piece of paper.

A piece of paper that could determine everyone’s fate.

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At the same time, Lola squeezed herself into the front corner of the elevator while Atlas stood in the middle, leaning against it. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at him.

"By the way, why are you alone?" she asked curiously. "Where are Chacha and Second?"

"Home."

She blinked. "Home?"

"Mhm." He cast her a side-eye. "They only reserved a table for two."

Lola hadn’t even processed this when the elevator chimed, prompting them to step out. He did, but paused a step outside and looked back at her.

"Let’s go."

"Uh..." Her half-open mouth tried to form a protest, but her feet were already moving before she could think. Before she knew it, she was seated across from him. One table, two chairs facing each other, and an entire rooftop just for them.

Didn’t this look like... a date?

Could a child do that? She wanted to ask, but it sounded stupid. After all, those two could prepare a gourmet dish and spot problems in a business proposal. Reserving a table was an easy task for them.

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