The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549: Well, This Is Easy.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned, ruined building somewhere in Ravah...

"Hah." Lola scoffed, her hand cupping her cheek as she squatted on the ground. She blinked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and confusion.

"This is quite easy," she hummed. "But I guess doing it the second time is easier than the first."

Because before her — tied up inside an abandoned establishment in another town — were men who claimed to be spies from a different region. What truly amused her wasn’t what they claimed to be, but who they were.

At the very least, she recognized their faces.

"Just kill us," one of them roared, letting out a nervous laugh. "But you’re not getting away from this. Our boss from Ashkar will kill every single one of you. You’re dead meat, bitch."

The other guy smirked malevolently, looking at her with nothing but malice.

Instead of responding to his threat, Lola asked calmly,

"Where’s the other one?"

"Huh?" Both men—beaten and bound—stared at her in confusion. Their eyes flickered, necks stiffening for a brief moment.

How did she know they had another companion?

Lola chuckled. "Weren’t there three of you?"

"No!" they shouted in unison.

The speed of their denial only confirmed her suspicion. They were lying again.

"Seriously..." she hummed. "How did people like you become such terrible liars?"

Atlas lied to her too, but that was because he lived an honest life; he was genuinely bad at it. Then again, she could say that only because she knew her husband inside and out. To others, it would take time to distinguish Atlas’s truths from his lies.

After all, he wore the same expression whether he was telling the truth, lying, or joking.

"Aren’t you Bellemonte men trained to cut off your tongues rather than give up information?" She mused, rubbing her chin. "That’s what the Order’s protocol says."

She didn’t know whether that actually happened. She’d never seen it herself, and so far, no one in the manor seemed to be missing a tongue.

As Lola muttered to herself, the two men frowned.

"Did you just say—" one of them stammered. "Did you come from the Order?"

Lola snapped her gaze to them. "Mhm."

"Oh, god." The other man sighed in relief, suddenly looking at her as if she were a savior.

The first man relaxed as well, as if he’d forgotten he was tied up with kerosene soaking his clothes.

"I don’t know you, but you have to help us," one said quickly. "Untie us—now!"

"Yes," the other urged. "Hurry!"

But Lola didn’t move.

Instead, she scrunched her nose and squinted at them.

"What?" one scoffed, noticing her hesitation. "What are you doing? Help us already!"

"Well," she said, puffing out one cheek, "you did say you were spies from the other governor." She tilted her head. "How do I know you’re really the guys I came here to rescue? Besides, you smell like gasoline. What if you catch fire and I get dragged into it too?"

Both men stared at her in disbelief. Their jaws dropping.

She was the one who recognized them, and now she was believing the lie they’d told her?

"Are you screwing with us?!" one of them shouted. "Stop messing around and help us!"

They struggled against the ropes, panic evident in their movements. Just moments ago, they had been certain they would be burned alive.

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