The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644: If I’m dying, then so are you.

The men in the truck almost felt a slight sense of relief when Jarvis’s team agreed on their plan. After all, that was the only way they could gain the upper hand against Lola.

The crazy woman hot on their tail was insane, but she was also a crazy sharpshooter.

If the road they took became rockier, she would be busier maneuvering that motorcycle. That would be the moment they could take her down.

But alas...

Thud!

Their breaths hitched as they felt a sudden bounce at the back of the truck. For a second, their world came to a standstill as dread crawled up their spines so fast it made them shiver.

"No—shit," the man in the back breathed out, cocking his head back to look at the shattered rear window. The moment he did, all he saw was a muzzle slipped between the gaps of the grill, and Lola peeking in with wide eyes.

"Hello there," she greeted, like a ghost. "And goodbye."

The man’s face twisted as he hissed, "Fuck—"

BANG! BANG!

"Damn!" the driver shouted as he instinctively jerked the steering wheel off course.

His action nearly threw Lola off the back of the truck. Thankfully, she was gripping the grill as she slumped lower.

At the same time, the man in the passenger seat twisted around and opened fire. The bullet passed through the gaps in the grill, nearly clipping Lola’s fingers. He fired again, only for the bullet to strike the grill directly, ricochet, and hit him square between the brows.

Thud!

The driver gasped, glancing sideways just in time to see his colleague go limp after being killed by his own rebounding bullet.

"Fucking idiot!" the driver hissed, his entire body beginning to shake uncontrollably.

This was the first time he had ever felt fear like this. He had fought before—killed, murdered even. The dead body inside the truck didn’t faze him. But knowing he was the last one left—and that he was next—made his hands tremble.

"Fuck..." he muttered, jerking the wheel into another turn and veering completely off Haji’s path. At the same time, another gunshot echoed inside the truck.

Lola was trying to kill him.

Thanks to the seat behind him, she couldn’t get a clear shot—or so he thought.

"Ah!" he shouted, yanking his arm back on instinct.

The driver stared down at it, realizing he was bleeding. Lola had grazed his arm, and the pain made him hiss sharply.

The truck began to slow as pain spread through his body. Steering with only one hand now, he pressed his wounded arm against his stomach. He couldn’t lean forward because doing so would give her a clean shot.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" he gasped, panic breaking through. "Damn it..."

His heart sank as he realized this was the end. There was no escape. One way or another, Lola would kill him. She had killed everyone else, even forced Jarvis to flee the city.

The thought settled deep, heavy dread in his chest. But at the same time, it ignited something else—hatred. Spite beyond reason for the woman who had driven him into this corner.

"Fucking bitch," he said calmly, scoffing as he stared ahead. "If I’m dying, then so are you."

His face twisted into a manic grin as laughter spilled from his throat. He slammed his foot down on the pedal, the truck surging forward—no longer controlled like before.

"Hahaha! Die, bitch! Let’s die!"

Still seated, Lola looked up and spotted fighter jets streaking across the sky.

"..." She blinked, then sighed deeply. "My baby didn’t tell me he planned to take over all of Ravah."

Honestly, she was worried about the workload if another country fell under the Zorken family. She had hesitated, but during the ride to the city, Atlas had contacted her and mentioned his plan.

Only the broad strokes. Ravah.

They hadn’t gone into details since the immediate crisis came first.

"I don’t think he planned to take Ravah from the start," she muttered, even though the reinforcements were excessive for a rescue mission. Then again... she was involved. That alone explained Atlas’s over-preparedness.

"Never mind," she shook her head. "One problem at a time."

Lola pushed herself up once she felt steady. She limped slightly, knowing it would fade later.

"Haji should be fine for now," she said to herself, turning away. "Unlike me, he’s had plenty of rest behind bars."

Then her face twitched as she remembered him punching himself during the execution.

"That idiot," she muttered, about to jog off and find another vehicle when a motorcycle zipped past the end of the street.

"Huh?"

Lola blinked, brows knitting. Even in that brief moment, the bike’s silhouette was unmistakable.

"Is that..." she narrowed her eyes. "...Scarlet?"