The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 554: A Promise Of Life

At the entry point where everyone had gathered, Billionaire paced back and forth nervously. Around him were small camps set up by Atlas’s team.

The camp team remained behind to watch over the place. After all, this was the route they would eventually use to leave, and guarding it with everything they had was their duty. So even though Atlas, Baby, Slater, and a few others—who had followed them on Atlas’s orders—had left the camp, the rest of the team was still stationed here.

Unless, they were told otherwise by their boss.

Billionaire’s crew looked up at him, seated around the area.

"Boss," one of the crew members spoke up. "Why don’t you sit down? We already did what we could. There’s no point in going back and forth like this."

"He’s right." Another one echoed. "Let’s just calm down a little and wait for good news."

If there was good news, that was.

Billionaire stopped and turned to his men. He was clearly distressed, but his distress was justified. He was worried about his people back on his turf. Their community wasn’t large, but he knew the people of Ravah.

They would kill all of them—women, children, the elderly.

No one would be spared.

With so little time left, he feared whether Atlas’s men would even manage to save everyone.

Earlier, when Billionaire left the port, he already knew things wouldn’t look good for him or his people. Things had been rocky between him and the territory’s authorities for a long time. Deep down, Billionaire knew his days were numbered the moment that man—the governor’s right hand—found someone else to replace him.

Their lack of decency regarding the deaths of Billionaire’s men had already been the first sign that they were planning to cut him off.

It had been a long time coming.

After all, they knew Billionaire was friends with Haji. They just didn’t have concrete evidence that he had helped Lola and Haji in the past. If not for Billionaire’s usefulness, they would have killed him back then—with or without proof.

Tonight, however, was different.

That man—Jarvis, the governor’s best soldier—had come personally to see Billionaire. The latter knew that whether Haji and Lola succeeded or not, his death was already guaranteed.

So, Billionaire set out in haste toward his territory. But along the way, he was intercepted by Atlas’s people, who had been swimming quietly to the spot where he had dropped off the first group earlier.

That was how Billionaire and Atlas met again.

From their conversation, two things became clear.

First, there was the camp’s problem. Even after launching drones and identifying several issues inside the territory, their biggest obstacle was their lack of communication.

The camp team eventually discovered the reason for it. One of the Bellemonte men, who was supposed to set up a device in one location, had been caught in a brawl. Worse still, he was dragged away by those involved.

The second thing was simple.

They had to fix the problem.

And to do that, Atlas would step forward as bait.

He would cause a disturbance large enough to keep everyone inside the territory occupied until the connection was established.

That was where Billionaire came in.

Once Atlas drew all attention to himself, Billionaire and his crew—along with a few others—could slip in and set up the missing link. No one yet knew of Billionaire’s actions. So even if he was seen inside, no one would suspect that he had already turned against Ravah.

In return, Atlas would deploy reinforcements and evacuate Billionaire’s people.

Still, waiting for news gnawed at Billionaire’s sanity.

Not because he lacked confidence in Haji or Atlas’s men—he trusted their skills and training. It was because he knew Ravah’s men all too well.

"Hey!"

Billionaire’s thoughts were interrupted when one of the men called out to him. He and his crew turned in that direction.

"You’re up," the man nodded. "Come on. We need to move."

Billionaire huffed and hurried toward him. "And my people?"

The Order member studied Billionaire, then glanced at the crew gathering behind their captain.

"They’ll be fine," the man said. "From what I heard, they’ve already been flown out of the territory. You don’t need to worry about them."

Hearing that, Billionaire let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Now let’s move," the man continued. "The other group has already started."

They knew this was true. Some people had gone to the foot of the hill where they could see what was unfolding below. Others had been tasked with shooting anyone attempting to leave the port. Once their task was done, they returned to camp so the new squad—Billionaire and a few of his crew—could enter the territory safely.

With that, the group formed quickly: Billionaire, a few of his men, and a mix of the camp team. They prepared in silence and departed soon after.

Once they were out of sight, the man who had called them stood still. Another man approached him from the side.

"He’ll be a problem if he finds out you lied," the second man whispered.

After all, none of the people here truly knew what was happening in Billionaire’s turf. All they knew was that Atlas had already ordered the evacuation of civilians so Billionaire and his crew could focus on the mission.

"He’d be furious if they died — if they did," the first man shot him a side glance. "The master has already given his orders. That means the job is underway. That’s all that matters."

The two men stared at each other in silence before nodding in mutual understanding.

They needed Billionaire to move.

If a lie was what it took, then so be it.

They weren’t wrong, either.

Atlas had already made his decision, and the order had been issued.

At that very moment, helicopters hovered over a specific area, and men were already escorting every civilian out to safety. There was no time to waste, and despite the people’s confusion, they moved quickly.

No one brought anything with them.

Just themselves, the clothes they were wearing, and the promise they were given.

A promise of life.

Because what awaited anyone left behind was death.