The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 776

Chapter 776: Shoot Him In The Head

[House of Monreal]

Marceline perched on a divan, tapping her fingertips against the armrest. Her brows were raised, her mind drifting elsewhere.

Hours ago, she had received a call from Atlas, informing her that he would visit personally. He didn’t say much, only that it was an important matter he wished to discuss in person. Since Atlas was in a position to make such a request, Marceline had agreed to open her doors to him.

But why?

"A matter that he can only discuss personally?" she hummed, wondering what other issues the Order might be facing at the moment. "Is he... finally going to start a war with the Bellemonte family?"

Right now, the Order was in an awkward position because of Henrik’s disappearance.

Atlas claimed it had been an attack by an outside force, but it was difficult to prove something like that, especially within his own territory. Even so, after their last meeting, Marceline wasn’t entirely confident in her doubts. Atlas wouldn’t make such a blatant claim lightly... even though he was certainly capable of blatant lies.

"Since Henrik’s disappearance, everything’s been... odd," she whispered to herself, her eyes narrowing as she tried to identify the strange tension in the secret society that had been bothering her.

Tension was always high among them. The leaders never truly got along. They might meet once in a blue moon, but not often enough to build genuine friendships. After all, each family constantly kept watch over the others. They could never truly lower their guard, even with the council in place.

Moreover, with the current situation, Atlas meeting another head of a founding family would certainly create a different impression. Unless he intended to make the Bellemonte family panic, then meeting her could serve that purpose.

But Marceline was not keen on being used like that. She would’ve refused, but part of her wanted to understand the strange feeling that had been gnawing at her.

"Not to mention Henrik asking Atlas for help," she murmured, piecing together everything she knew about the events leading up to his disappearance. "Don’t tell me that witch has something to do with this?"

She frowned, thinking of Iris Bellemonte. Marceline had attended their wedding. Though it was nothing more than a marriage of convenience, there had been nothing particularly suspicious about it. Marceline herself had entered into a similar arrangement and had never been bothered by it, so long as her husband didn’t cross the line.

"This is making me feel... deeply unsettled," she admitted quietly, her leg crossed as her foot shook restlessly. "Henrik’s actions before his disappearance... and now Atlas requesting to meet me personally."

She shook her head, telling herself not to overthink it.

But just as she began to relax, the door suddenly burst open.

"Madam! Madam!"

She frowned at the panicked butler. "I haven’t lost my hearing, Sebastian."

The butler panted. "But Madam—"

"What?" she deadpanned. "Do you need me to find your brother another job after he was dismissed from his previous one?"

"We are under attack!" the butler blurted, dropping the composed manner of speech he had been trained to maintain. "Madam, we are... under attack!"

Marceline’s eyes widened as she pushed herself off the divan. "What did you say?"

"Madam," he panted, already moving toward her. He grabbed her arm. "We have to leave now. It’s dangerous!"

Before he could drag her away, Marceline slapped his hand aside.

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