The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 616: Never disappoint to disappoints.

[Haji]

Scarlet, Chuck, Tyga (their tech guy), and Kean (their medic) sat in the large cage they were in. All four of them looked bored, merely watching Haji try to unlock the padlock of their cage.

Earlier, some guys had come in here after Jarvis.

For a moment, they thought those men had come to take them. However, the men only came in, looked at them, and then left. Once they did, Haji loosened his ropes and checked the surroundings, telling them that those same guys were now standing guard outside.

Since then, no one had come for whatever reason.

Hence, they had been stuck in here with Haji, having only a bit more freedom than the four corners of the cage they were in. Haji had been trying, but this place was just too empty. He tried using everything he could—snipping parts of the wooden divan in the room and scraping dry grout from between the tiles.

All of them, including Haji, knew those things wouldn’t unlock the cage, but trying was still something.

"If we already have a plan, shouldn’t we just go with it?" Chuck clicked his tongue. "Watching you hurts me more, you know? Just stop that—it’s stupid!"

As his voice echoed, Haji stopped trying to pick the lock with a thin piece of wood. He lifted his gaze to Chuck. Not just him, the other three also turned to Chuck without saying a word.

Chuck cleared his throat and leaned back. "What?" he asked. "He’s just exhausting himself—I’m just concerned! We already agreed to do the plan he proposed, so why not just go with it?"

Tyga, their tech guy, scoffed in disbelief. He was well aware that Chuck was insufferable and had a big mouth. The guy wasn’t famous for any achievements, but he was notorious for stirring trouble.

As for Kean, he opened his mouth, only to shut it again. In the end, he shook his head, realizing there was no point. Arguing with Chuck was like voluntarily chipping away at his brain cells bit by bit.

"He’s right."

Surprisingly, Scarlet nodded at Chuck, then turned to Haji.

"Stop that now. Just because you have more freedom than us doesn’t mean you should parade it."

Haji ran his tongue along his inner cheek as he looked at Scarlet. His mouth parted, then pressed into a thin line. He narrowed his eyes, studying her in a way that made one wonder what was going through his mind.

Scarlet arched a brow, hiding her growing intrigue at the way he was looking at her.

"It’s futile," she said. "These people—especially Jarvis—wouldn’t leave anything here that you could use to escape. He looks like the type who wouldn’t slip up like that. So conserve your energy while you can."

Haji let go of the padlock. Still crouching, he cupped his cheek, then slowly slid his palm to cover his mouth.

"Do you... do you care for me?" he gasped, eyes wide.

The second the question left his mouth, Scarlet stared at him coldly. If a stare could freeze someone, Haji would have become an ice statue with that ridiculous expression.

"I’m so touched," Haji continued, cupping his cheek again and fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly. "Girl, I know I’m a lady’s man, but this guy here isn’t that easy. You’ve got to line up—just in case you need to hear that."

Scarlet huffed sharply, leaning closer with slightly narrowed eyes. "One more reason you should stop is this—if you manage to open this damn cage, I’ll let you see death’s door. Just a glimpse. After all, I can’t kill the Madam’s bestie."

"Heh! If you put it that way, then I guess I should stay away from this lock!" Haji backed off while still crouched, hands raised. "I mean, the only reason I’m still trying to open it is because our plan has a fifty percent chance of working."

Chuck frowned. "What does that mean? You said earlier it was a hundred percent."

"A hundred percent that we get out of this place unscathed," Haji clarified. "I didn’t say a hundred percent that you would leave that cage. Your survival rate is fifty... or less. Maybe forty...? Twenty tops."

Confusion quickly appeared on everyone’s faces as they stared at him, prompting him to elaborate.

"We’re going to be publicly executed," he said in a quiet but knowing tone. "Do you think they still use a guillotine? They might have one, but they don’t use it anymore. Maybe they’ll bring it out for me—with a blunt blade, so it’ll take at least three chops to get my head off my shoulders, just so I can feel the pain."

"They could also hang me or shoot me execution-style," he shrugged. "There are a lot of possibilities, considering it’s been a long time since I was here."

Haji then raised a hand and carefully pointed at them. "For the four of you, though, it’s quite predictable." He paused, smiling widely as he studied their faces. "Haven’t you wondered why there are cages like this in here? Cages big enough to fit a human?"

All four of them fell silent, especially Chuck, whose heart began pounding against his chest.

"That’s right," Haji nodded. "Because one of the execution styles that pig enjoys the most is watching people burn alive. From what I heard him say, their screams just sound... different."

"In other words," he continued, "even if we get out of this place—and even with the plan I told you—I still need this lock open. Otherwise, it might take me forever to force this cage apart... especially when it starts burning."

His words echoed as they stared at him blankly. Now they understood why Haji had been trying to open the lock, even using useless scraps out of sheer desperation.

"But since you guys—"

Before Haji could finish, Chuck suddenly lurched forward.

He grabbed the metal bars, shoving his face between the gaps. "Why the hell are you only saying that now?! Are you crazy?! Unlock this cage—I don’t care how you do it! Open this cage!"

Surely, Chuck... never disappoint to disappoints.

"At this point," Tyga muttered to himself. "I think one of us crossed Baby because if not for him, this guy wouldn’t be here."

And in a way, Haji scrunched up his nose as he remembered how he laughed during their journey here. Because now, it felt like this was his karma for laughing at other people’s misfortunes.