The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!

"Melissa, am I the one using my own kids? Or are you planning to use my kids as an excuse if things don't go your way?"

Silence quickly fell in the hall as Lola's remarks seemed to echo. Everyone stared at Lola's horrendous side profile as if she were a witch confronting a princess. But in a way, Lola's remarks somehow made sense. What could two children do to harm Melissa's audition, especially with all the sponsorships this project received because of her?

But unlike them, the twins had a different reaction. Their eyes twinkled, fixed on Lola.

She called us… her kids?

Chacha and Second blinked, repeating Lola's words and how she called them her kids a few times in one breath. Everything else at the moment didn't seem to matter to them.

The blonde and the short-haired lackeys cleared their throats, maintaining a brave front. As for Melissa, her hand was secretly clasped tightly at her side. She looked at her lackeys, who had just gone silent.

A scoff escaped her as she shifted her contemptuous eyes to Lola.

"Lola, is this all this is about?" Melissa frowned, conflict welling in her eyes. "Because Dad, Derek, and even the Summit Partners are supporting me, you're doing all of this?"

Lola arched a brow.

"Lola, just how far would you go to make your sister suffer?" the blonde spoke again, following the twisting narrative Melissa's words were leading them. "Can you just let your sister be?"

"I am letting you all be, but somehow, you guys just seem to have plenty of time for me," Lola shot the blonde woman a look, then turned back to Melissa.

"Haha!" the short-haired one laughed mockingly, crossing her arms under her chest. "We're giving you attention because that's what you've been asking for. After all, what business do you have here, aside from sabotaging Melissa for the umpteenth time?"

"Sabotage?" Lola smacked her lips and chuckled dryly, casting Melissa a look.

She had realized long ago that clearing her name or trying to tell the real story to the people Melissa had already poisoned was futile. Melissa had often blamed Lola for everything, especially when she screwed things up. As if stealing Lola's ideas and intentionally putting Lola in trouble in the past weren't enough to tarnish her image to everyone.

It was why Lola wasn't even surprised if she was hated by people she hadn't even met or had just met for the first time.

The corners of her mouth stretched into a slight smirk. "Do I really have to stoop so low?"

"What?" Melissa froze. Stoop so low?

"Don't worry! If sabotaging is what you're worried about, I believe if one is talented enough, no amount of sabotage will affect Director Sarian's opinions," Lola shrugged indifferently, eyeing not just Melissa but everyone who was watching her. "It's a good thing I'm very fair, so I'll let this all slide."

After all, the twins were unharmed and had confessed to just "teaching" Melissa how to act. To be fair, their act was more convincing than the majority in this place.

Even so, the smile on her face faded as a layer of frost coated her eyes as they landed on Melissa and the other two.

"However, this is the only time I'll let this slide," she warned, her voice dropping just like the temperature around her. "The next time? Leave my kids' names out of your mouth because I will not hold back again."

"Mommy, so cool…" Second's eyes twinkled while Chacha couldn't even say a word. All the twins could do was stare at their mother and listen to her sharp tongue.

Mommy and Father Sir will kill each other with their tongue muscles!

And for some reason, instead of worrying, the twins just imagined Lola's image and then their father's image matching like on a dating app.

"Let's go, kids," Lola then gazed down at them and smiled lovingly. "Do you want to see Mommy's work?"

"Yes~!" the twins cheered in unison, making Lola chuckle.

"Let's go, then."

With that, Lola held their hands and turned toward the entrance of the hall. But as they turned, Melissa suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Lola, where do you think you're going?" Melissa let out a nervous laugh, gripping Lola's arm tightly. "Do you know what's behind these doors?"

"That's an audition hall," the short-haired one remarked mockingly. "And you say you're not here for the audition? Lola Young, aren't you being too contradictory?"

"What do you think you're going to do in the audition hall?" the blonde lady mocked. "Just in case you don't know, begging your way to get into this project isn't going to work."

"Begging isn't really my style. I have kids to raise," Lola blurted out as she indifferently shrugged at the two and then at Melissa. "Let go, Melissa."

Melissa's grip tightened. "You're not on the audition list, Lola."

"Because I'm not here to audition," Lola shrugged. "The audition hall where everyone is waiting for their turn is not where I sit."

"Our mommy is invited here, and she's a very special guest!" Chacha pouted. "Auntie, holding someone like that is bad manners, said our Father Sir!"

Second nodded. "Old Auntie, are you here to audition or to guard the door?"

"You—" Melissa glared at the two, who mischievously hid behind Lola.

"They're right, though," Lola gazed down at them coldly. "Are you here to audition? Or to watch the door?"

Melissa clenched her teeth as she gripped Lola's arm even tighter. But no matter how tight her grip was, Lola didn't flinch or show any sign of pain.

"Let go," Lola repeated, this time firmer.

"How can I let you go when I know you're just going to embarrass me?" Melissa hissed at her. "Lola, for crying out loud, just leave."

Lola drew a deep breath, about to fling her arm free. The only reason she was asking was because she didn't want to hurt Melissa. It was the same reason Lola just let those two lackeys of hers drag her; she knew if she fought them, those two wouldn't stand a chance.

The last thing she wanted was another drama or a lawsuit.

But before Lola could move, a voice came from their side.

"What's going on here?"