The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720: Council Meeting

[Council Meeting]

Tension hung in the air of the meeting room where the heads of the founding families gathered. Everyone’s expression was grim, except Atlas, who wore the same straight face... even with a few guns pointed in his direction.

Guards present in the room — who usually weren’t allowed inside this very chamber — had their rifles aimed at him.

Sybil, on the other hand, was seated in the corner. Unfazed by the weapons pointed around her, she held her own small pistol at the chairman of the council. Her lips curled up, the wrinkles on her face deepening with her smile.

"Apologies," Sybil broke the prolonged silence, eyeing the chairman. "However, you do not raise your toys at my master and expect me to stay down."

She chuckled. "I may be old, but I do not mind taking another life with my last breath."

Her eyelids drooped as she quietly turned her head in Atlas’s direction. She didn’t feel the need to fire yet for one reason.

Atlas might have all these weapons pointed directly at him, but everyone else in the room was riddled with red laser lights from snipers of the Phantom Circle. One wrong move, and not only Atlas would die — everyone else would, too.

"Haha." A bulky man seated in the spot of the head of the Tribe of Talmaru, Drakon, laughed. "Interesting — this is getting interesting!"

His laughter echoed louder, unbothered by the snipers tracking his every movement. All the red dots were aimed at his vital points, knowing the man had a body like steel.

"This has never happened before in this council room!" he continued, as if this were something to celebrate. "Pull the trigger!"

He hissed, his grin in full display. "Let’s see who is the luckiest to leave this room alive!"

"Don’t listen to him," Marceline, the head of the Monreal family, spoke calmly. "If anything, blow his head off first. I did not come here today to have this place be my burial site, nor did I plan to share my death anniversary with all of you."

She calmly averted her gaze from Atlas’s seat. "However, Atlas, I do hope you understand we do not want this to happen."

"I understand very clearly," Atlas returned coldly. "It is why you’ve managed to express your reluctance to die alongside everyone else in this room... because the feeling is mutual."

"Hah." She scoffed, shifting her attention to Sybil. "I still preferred when you had that seat, Sybil. These men just make my fine lines worse."

Sybil, still seated on the sideline, simply smiled. She didn’t need to speak. Instead, she looked around the table. Atlas sat in his spot just like Marceline and Drakon. Henrik’s seat was vacant, right next to the quiet man from the Church.

Seated at the end were the chairman and chairwoman — both elderly — of the council. Sybil had her pistol aimed at the two, then slowly slid her eyes to the quiet person in the room.

Finally, the elderly chairman raised a hand.

"Please, put your weapons down," he said, his voice gentle and helpless. "Marceline, tell your men to lower their weapons."

"Not unless Atlas tells his men to remove those snipers from me," she replied without hesitation. "Otherwise, we’ll be staying here until someone snaps and pulls the trigger."

Drakon laughed even louder, only to get scolded by the elderly woman — the chairwoman.

"Drakon, this is not a laughing matter," she said. "Why don’t we calm down and talk about this civilly? This council exists so we can discuss matters and conflicts through diplomacy."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify