The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770: Never Will

[Drakon and Marceline. Their heads in exchange for your beloved wife. She’s worth that much, isn’t she?]

The woman’s voice echoed in Atlas’s mind.

No, Lola was worth more than two heads of the founding families of this wretched Secret Society. He would burn the world for her.

Atlas closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, his grip tightening around the armrest. Earlier, at the hospital, that was all she had asked of him. She didn’t need to elaborate—he knew exactly what she wanted.

They wanted him to burn down the leaders of the House of Monreal and the chief of the Tribe of Talmaru.

No wonder they hadn’t gone all out against the Order. It wasn’t just because they knew they couldn’t stand against its full force. They needed Atlas to become the executioner of their twisted plan.

Evil... this world was overflowing with it.

Ring... ring... ring...

The soft ringing of his phone echoed inside the private aircraft. His eyes cracked open and fell on the table before him. The phone vibrated against the surface, lighting up with each pulse.

Unknown number.

Atlas reached for it, staring at the screen for a moment before answering and pressing it to his ear. The moment he heard the same woman’s voice, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

[I’ve sent you the details of how the attack should be carried out. We want you to neutralize Drakon first—]

"How is she?" he cut in. "I want to hear her voice."

The woman chuckled softly. "I’ll let you hear her voice later."

"I want to hear it now," he demanded quietly. "I want proof that my wife is alive. No—I want to see her. If I don’t, I’ll consider her dead and won’t waste my resources on those two."

"My, my..." she murmured, amused. "Aren’t you impatient?"

His expression didn’t change. He remained silent.

"Fine," she hummed. "I’ll send a video later. But we expect swift results. You can do that, can’t you?"

"The next time you call," he said coldly, "I want to see her first. Otherwise, I’ll head straight to your sacred ground and burn every last one of you alive."

With that, Atlas ended the call.

His expression darkened, colder than before. His heart felt strangely calm, but only because it was overwhelmed with too many emotions at once. He pressed a hand to his temple to ease the throbbing in his head, though his thoughts were spiraling.

He knew they wouldn’t hurt Lola. They needed him compliant.

But he couldn’t stop blaming himself.

Even when everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he carried the weight anyway.

If Lola hadn’t been as capable as she was, he could already imagine what would have happened to their children. She saved them first, then went back because of Kiara.

Or maybe because she felt responsible.

"Damn it," he muttered, a rare curse slipping past his lips. "Why did I fall for such a trick?"

At the same time...

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