The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 537

Chapter 537: A calm frog in the gigantic town

Izu and Pika quietly sat in one of the bars in the bustling town. Their table was tucked into a corner, keeping to themselves so as not to draw attention.

That was the plan: not to draw attention.

But...

"What in the world is she thinking?" Pika’s quivering voice slipped past his lips as he stared at the two people in the middle of the bar, surrounded by a crowd while having a drinking competition.

The roars and cheers filled the establishment, with some even holding their hands up.

The other guy was someone neither Pika nor Izu knew. But the other competitor?

They knew her all too well.

"Why would she..." Pika’s color drained, his anxiety spiking. "...How is this not drawing attention?!"

Pika felt like choking and vomiting at the same time. He had thought that staying with Lola would be safer than being stuck in Haji’s group. After all, Haji had forced him into this mission when he’d wanted to back out.

Who would have thought this was not the safest option at all?!

Worried, he turned to Izu for help.

Izu, seated across from him, looked just as concerned. However, being worried would do nothing if they didn’t stop her.

"Izu, do something!" Pika urged. "This can’t go on. We’d find out if she draws too much attention!"

At the same time, roars and cheers thundered through the bar. Both men whipped their heads toward the center, where Lola was still competing.

"Man..." the guy in front of her shook his head, huffing heavily as if he were about to throw up. Yet the woman across from him was happily hyping up the crowd.

When Lola faced him, she smirked and opened her palm. "Pay up, man."

"Damn you." He hissed, reluctantly pulling out a bill and slapping it onto her hand. "Bitch."

Lola only chuckled, raising her brows playfully as she turned to the men around them.

"Get your betting money, boys!" she shouted. "Call me when you need some cash."

The people who had bet on her—for whatever reason—cheered loudly. Taking advantage of the noise, Lola waved her way through the crowd and returned to the corner table where Izu and Pika waited.

"Wow," she hummed, setting down her free booze. "Nothing like a drink in Ravah—for sure!"

She took another gulp, making both Izu and Pika twist their faces in dismay.

"Madam—" Pika scooted closer, looking utterly nervous. "What are you doing? Shouldn’t we stay low? This isn’t staying low."

Lola peeked at him, took another mouthful, then leaned back. "Don’t worry," she said with a smirk. "This is what I call hiding in plain sight."

"But this isn’t hiding at all!" Pika gasped. "You’re giving yourself away!"

"Madam." Unlike Pika, Izu took a stern tone. "The master would not like it if we ended up exposed by these people."

"Calm down." Lola waved a hand lightly, leaning forward until her arms rested on the edge of the table. The corners of her lips curled into a confident smile. "I’ve been here."

And Lola hadn’t just been here once—she had lived here for quite some time.

"See?" She raised her brows knowingly. "Ravah is interesting."

Because of the nature of the territory, people had developed ways to communicate without saying things outright. Something Lola had learned while living here, all thanks to Haji.

Pika leaned closer to Izu, reading the note. Both men furrowed their brows at the words written on it.

"’A calm frog in the gigantic town,’" Pika read under his breath, snapping his eyes up at Lola. "Huh?"

Even Izu wasn’t sure what it meant, but judging by Lola’s expression, he knew it was important.

"Let’s just wait for the others," she said. "But one thing’s certain, they’re not in this town."

The men exchanged glances, then nodded, keeping the note just in case.

Soon, the remaining members of their group returned with disappointing news. They hadn’t found their targets, but they had learned more about Ravah’s current state.

Despite the town’s liveliness, tension lingered thickly between this region and the neighboring one. Few people knew it—especially traders—but a war in Ravah could ignite at any moment.

With that, Lola and her team left their table, heading toward the back of the bar to drop payment into the bin.

What they didn’t notice was that several men at another table had been watching them closely.

"What are the odds the thief of Ravah would come back?" one of them muttered, chugging his drink without taking his eyes off Lola.

Setting his cup down, he swallowed hard and tilted his head. "I smell big money," he said, pushing himself to his feet. "Let’s go, boys. We might be hitting the jackpot tonight."