The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 360

Chapter 360: who’s going to protect you?

"The only protection my wife needs is mine."

Lola’s brows crinkled.

I knew that voice.

Her face scrunched a little. How could she not recognize that voice? Even if she had gone deaf, she would still know it. Her crazy heart that belonged to him would.

But why was he here?

Slowly, Lola turned and saw the only man who could take her breath away. She almost squinted as Atlas approached, his expression unreadable yet dark.

This is why I didn’t ask him to come... I’d be too busy admiring him and comparing everyone else to him.

As far as Lola remembered, the person she asked to accompany her tonight was Allen. She knew Derek and the Young family’s antics. She’d dealt with them for two lifetimes. Therefore, she’d asked Allen to arrive right on time.

In other words, Lola expected Allen to show up now, not Atlas himself.

Meanwhile, everyone’s eyes fell on Atlas. Deep lines appeared on faces across the hall as guests squinted at the good-looking man approaching the scene.

"Wife?" one of the guests repeated. "Wife... you mean, Lola Young?"

"He’s not bad."

"Not bad?" another lady laughed. "Uh-huh. He’s not bad—he’s better."

"At least, he didn’t look like a rogue, as I thought he would be."

Everyone couldn’t help but follow Atlas’s figure, curiosity gleaming in their eyes. They immediately assumed he was Lola’s husband, which was shocking in itself. With Atlas’s refined, godlike presence and Lola’s blinding ensemble, a huge question mark appeared in everyone’s minds.

Was he blind?

As for Melissa, her eyes dilated as she held her breath. Her heart thumped loudly against her chest, and even if she tried, she couldn’t stop it. Her gaze locked on Atlas. His face was lethal. Not the Lola kind of lethal, but something else entirely.

Derek, on the other hand, frowned. "And you are?"

Just as those words left his mouth, Travis rose from his seat. He then assisted the chairman to stand. Even Celestine got up, wearing a faint smile.

"Why are they standing up?" the guests murmured, puzzled. The chairman never rose unless he was leaving. The organizers had rearranged tables earlier because the chairman had chosen to sit elsewhere, meaning nothing and no one could usually make him stand.

Everyone assumed the chairman was going to leave because of the commotion. But then—

SLAM!

One of the middle-aged men slammed his hand on the table, jumping to his feet. His eyes widened at Atlas, his complexion paling.

"That face... I know that face..." he breathed, his heart racing for reasons he couldn’t explain.

Those seated near him stared in confusion until another person gasped.

"I knew it," the second man whispered, hand covering his mouth. "I thought I was mistaken, but I’m not. That man..."

"Who is he?"

The first man glared at the younger guest who dared to ask. "You’re new to business, but that’s no excuse for ignorance."

The younger man frowned, but bit his tongue. The speaker held more influence than he did.

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