The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 782

Chapter 782: Last Meeting Agenda

"Shall we begin our last council meeting?"

Silence settled over the room so thickly that everyone could almost hear each other’s breathing. Except for the Cardinal and Iris, grim expressions marked every face at the table.

"For fuck’s sake..." Draken suddenly reached up to his head. "That boy didn’t have to..."

As he pushed himself upright, the cuffs around his ankle rattled. He squinted at the sound and realized one of his feet was shackled to the floor. A metal fixture had been bolted there, as if designed for this exact purpose.

"What the—" he shifted, only to freeze as awareness returned.

His hazy gaze landed on Marceline, slumped unconscious over the table.

"Mars—" He stopped when Atlas entered his peripheral vision. The moment Atlas’s face came into focus, Draken’s expression twisted. "This son of a bitch... I knew you were bad news the second I saw you."

Draken lunged forward, about to slam Atlas’s skull against the table, when a voice echoed.

"Mr. Draken." An elderly voice cut through the air. "Please, calm yourself."

He halted mid-motion and turned his head. The two council chairpersons were present, but bound. Iris Bellemonte, on the other hand, looked at him with a subtle smile.

When his gaze finally settled on the Cardinal, Draken leaned back and let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh.

"Haha... Hahhaha! Don’t tell me..."

"It is exactly what you think it is," the elderly male chairperson said quietly, head lowered in resignation.

"Cardinal," the elderly woman addressed him, turning her gaze to the man at the head of the table. "I will no longer ask what is happening. However, I will tell you this—this is not what the Church would want. This is not something the Pope would want, not even the heavens."

The Cardinal chuckled softly, studying her. "And what makes you so certain of that when... you have already relinquished your place within the Church to serve as mediators of the Secret Society?"

"Hahaha!" Draken laughed again, slumping deeper into his seat as though trying to process the absurdity unfolding before him.

But most importantly...

"Those two are old folks," he scoffed. "Tying up elders like that... and leaving me with just one cuff? Aren’t you a little lacking in security?"

He tapped a finger against his bleeding temple. "Do you really think... this cuff will stop me?"

"Yes," the Cardinal answered without hesitation. "Draken, Chief of the Tribe of Talmaru, born a natural leader. A man of brute strength honed through years of training and meditation for the greater good of your tribe."

"And yet," he continued evenly, as though reciting a verdict, "despite the blessings passed down from your predecessors, your greatest sin is your tolerance—no, indulgence—of violence across your territories."

He smiled faintly. "With your naturally imposing build, you are indeed one of the strongest men in this room. That is precisely why I did not need to bind you completely."

He glanced at the single cuff.

"That one shackle is sufficient, given your current condition. It was designed specifically to restrain someone like you."

Draken’s face twitched as he tugged at his ankle, only to wince sharply. His leg throbbed in agony—thanks to Baby.

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