My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 29: Brown Envelope

The next day in Pearl Resort...

Greg was jolted awake by the loud ring of the service phone in his villa. At first, he ignored it, but then he suddenly remembered the instructions he’d given to the resort manager. He quickly jumped up, headed to the living room, and answered the call.

"Did Cammy respond to my message?" he asked, skipping any formal greeting.

[I’m sorry, who?] the voice on the other end inquired, causing Greg to roll his eyes after recognizing the voice.

"What do you want, Harry? You could’ve just called me on my cellphone," Greg replied sarcastically.

[I did, but you weren’t picking up. I called reception to forward the call, thinking something might have happened,] Harry explained.

"Oh, I must have put it on silent while drinking last night."

[You’re drinking again? I told you to stop and forget about that woman. There are more important things to focus on,] Harry scolded while referring to Greg’s ex-fiancee.

"Like what?" Greg asked lazily.

[Like denying her accusations. Have you even seen the news or checked social media? Everyone’s talking about you because of what she said.]

"And what did the bitch say?" Greg asked, sounding uninterested despite his harsh tone.

[Annie gave an interview yesterday, claiming you intentionally got her pregnant and proposed just to use her family’s company and wealth to get back at your father. She said she accepted your marriage proposal because she loved you and was unaware of it, even though you didn’t treat her well. Later, she supposedly found out about your plan and claimed that she was the one who called off the wedding,] Harry explained.

"That’s absolute bullshit!" Greg snapped.

[I know, but the shareholders aren’t buying my explanations. They want to talk to you. They’re demanding you reassure them that this mess won’t affect the company’s position in the stock market any further.

Annie’s press conference made our stock take a nosedive. You need to get here, Greg, and convince them to drop is temporary and we’ll recover.]

"Let the legal and PR teams handle it..."

[Greg! The shareholders are threatening to pull their 40% stake in Cross Tech. Are you forgetting how much control they have? 40% from your company is no joke!] Harry shouted, clearly losing his patience.

"Let them. I still own 60%. Why should I care if they leave?"

[Are you out of your mind?! We have ongoing projects! 40% is not a small amount and if they pull their shares, we’ll run out of funds to keep them going. Finance only approved those projects because of the shareholder investments. I’ve already sent your driver to pick you up, so get moving and be ready. He’ll be there in an hour!]

Harry hung up without waiting for Greg’s reply. If necessary, he’d drag him back to the city to ensure Greg’s sulking didn’t bring the company down.

He and Greg had been friends since childhood. Harry was the first person Greg opened up to after arriving at the Cross Mansion. Their bond was instant, forged by a shared hatred for their fathers who were friends.

They lost touch when Greg left home to build his own company without his rich father’s help. By the time they reconnected, Harry was at rock bottom—his family had stripped him of his inheritance, leaving him with nothing.

Greg had taken him in and offered him a job at his company. Harry accepted but insisted he’d work his way up without any special treatment from his old friend, and the rest was history. Harry is now his executive assistant and right-hand man.

Greg set the service phone back down with a heavy sigh. Rubbing his head in frustration he trudged back to the bedroom. He took a fresh towel from the console table beside the bathroom door and went in.

He turned on the cold shower, hoping it would cool the rage boiling inside him. "That woman will pay! How dare she drag my name through the mud and sabotage my company. She’s lucky she’s pregnant, but once my child is born, she’ll learn what it means to anger Gregory Cross!" Greg slammed his fist into the rough shower wall, reopening the old wounds on his knuckles, causing them to bleed again.

His mind raced with thoughts of how he would make Annie suffer. He vividly remembered the day Harry had handed him the envelope from the private investigator. Harry had hired the private investigator after receiving tips that Annie was cheating.

The photo showed her smiling with another man—a smile that was different from the one she gave him. She looked genuinely happy with this man, who Greg had once met during a business proposal that ended in rejection.

"So that’s why you always turned down our security solutions—you wanted my woman, you bastard!" Greg struck the wall again with his other fist, now making both knuckles bleed.

Greg didn’t wait for his driver at the villa. As soon as he packed his things, he headed straight to the reception, hoping to run into Cammy or at least find a clue on how to contact her.

To his satisfaction, Ellie was there, bidding farewell to some guests who appeared to be VIPs like himself. He waited patiently for the right moment to approach her.

"Hello, Miss Manager!" Greg greeted smoothly.

Ellie rolled her eyes before turning to face him. She had noticed him earlier, knowing full well he was waiting for a chance to speak with her.

"Hello, Sir. I heard you’ve checked out. That’s a shame; we were looking forward to serving you until tomorrow," Ellie replied, her smile laced with sarcasm.

Greg narrowed his eyes, fully knowing that Ellie didn’t mean what she said and was eagerly waiting for him to leave. He took a small brown envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket. He handed it to Ellie, saying, "Take this."

Ellie waved her hands, refusing the offer. "No, no, I can’t take that. I heard from my staff that you already tipped them the other day. As a manager, it’s against policy for me to accept anything, especially since one of my staff already passed on Miss Cammy’s message to you."

"It’s not a tip. I know she doesn’t want what she left behind, so I’m trusting you with this. I’m leaving, and I won’t have another chance to give it to her. Please, hand it to her and let her decide if she wants to toss it or not."

Reluctantly, Ellie took the brown envelope, discreetly feeling it to gauge what might be inside. It seemed either empty or held just a piece of paper.

Right then, Greg’s phone rang, and with a quick wave goodbye, he walked away.

Ellie, unable to contain her curiosity, hurried to her office and called Cammy.

[What is it? I’m busy unpacking...] Cammy answered, her tone impatient.

"Greg’s leaving today. He checked out and is probably waiting for someone to pick him up."

[And? Why are you calling me about that?] Cammy asked, clearly annoyed.

"He left a small brown envelope for you. He said he knows you don’t want what you left behind, so he’s entrusting it to me. But honestly, it feels like there’s barely anything in it—maybe just a paper."

[Then open it, see what’s inside. It could be just a bluff,] Cammy replied nonchalantly.

Without hesitation, Ellie opened the envelope and the next thing Cammy heard was total silence and a loud gasp after a few seconds.