The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Just Some Fortune Reading

"Vote to unlock full potential?"

The crowd read what they could with the limited light in the square. Aside from the large, bold letters, what was also clear was the photo of the man printed on it.

"Who is this person?"

Clearly, this was not the notorious Thief of Ravah. This was a man—someone they had never seen before—his features distinctly different from the common traits of the locals. He was a foreigner, that was for sure.

"People of Ha." Suddenly, Lola’s voice echoed once more after giving them a brief moment. "The papers you’re seeing now feature a very handsome, smart, sinfully sexy—"

Lola stopped when she heard someone on her earpiece. It was Izu, calling her, "Madam," his tone more of a reminder not to get sidetracked.

"Ahem!" Lola cleared her throat, fist pressed against her lips. "What I’m saying is that the man you see in that locked résumé is applying for a job."

"A job?" Different voices echoed in unison, utterly confused.

"Yes, a job," she hummed. "A job that only the people of Ha could give. That would be..." She trailed off as the corners of her lips curled upward. "...the governor’s job."

Everyone instinctively turned their heads toward the high balcony, clearly catching the expression on the governor’s face. After all, two spotlights had flashed on him, highlighting his plump figure.

"Tonight, New Gehran will fall," Lola announced. Her voice was calm, yet somehow her words thundered in everyone’s ears. "Just like how Gigante fell, burned to the ground. The same goes for Five District, Leona, Insto, Ispirt..."

Lola listed the towns that had already fallen or were currently on fire. On her way here, only a few towns and districts had burned, but after the people witnessed the massive flames consuming Gigante, courage spread, and retaliation followed.

"And currently, two of the power plants are under attack," she continued, snickering as a thought crossed her mind. "Jarvis, Jarvis, Jarvis. I told you, didn’t I? I am not the one in command, and you should have taken that seriously."

Jarvis stiffened where he stood, pupils constricting at her words. It was as if she had foreseen his decision moments ago.

Suddenly, a sharp clap echoed through the speakers, making everyone wince at the piercing sound.

"Argh—" Haji gritted his teeth, tilting his head slightly as his ties had yet to loosen completely. Though he was close, thanks to Lola buying them time. "Hey! Don’t clap like that! Not everyone is free to cover their ears!"

"Ah." Lola nodded as Haji’s voice echoed through the square. "Right. My bad—anyway, back to the show. First in line is... fortune reading."

Everyone held their breath as she hummed.

"I have a prophecy for a few people that I, Goddess Beauty, have seen through my magical vision."

Those familiar with Lola’s antics couldn’t help but pause and scrunch their noses.

"Find her!" Gehran screamed, his uvula wobbling violently. "Find that wretched bitch now!"

His outburst didn’t stop Lola. Instead, it made the mercenaries grow more aggressive, grabbing women from the crowd and forcibly turning them around to inspect their faces. Men were shoved aside as the mercenaries forced paths through the mass of people.

"Gehran," Lola called, making him freeze and look downward, even though the spotlights made it impossible to see anyone clearly. "You climbed high in life, and in doing so, you believed yourself untouchable. But alas—just like the story of the boy who flew too close to the sun—no one can save you when your wings begin to melt."

"Having your wings clipped will be nothing compared to when you finally crash onto the very ground you terrorized," she continued. "The thing you love most will consume you—whole, alive. And your screams will fade into silence, delivering you straight to hell, where you will burn for eternity."

Everyone knew Lola’s so-called prophecy was fabricated. It had been ages since anyone in Ravah believed in such things. They might have lagged behind the outside world in many ways, but superstition was no longer one of them.

And yet, hearing her calm voice—tinged with unwavering certainty—stirred something deep within their chests.

"Lastly..." she trailed off. "Himari, your grandson promised me a nice, warm meal the last time. I didn’t say it back then, but the food you offered was warm, yes—but not nice at all. Your soup is no better than drinking boiled water. It’s that bland."

"Hey!" Haji shouted.

"But don’t die just yet," Lola continued casually. "Those four guys in the other cage aren’t worth dying for, trust me."

She paused, then added thoughtfully, "Right. That wasn’t a part of the prophecy. I’m done reading the future after that pig over there."