My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 31: Track Down This Woman

[Who’s this?]

Greg’s voice echoed through the phone, but Cammy remained speechless. Hearing his voice once again reminded her of their night together. What Greg promised her that night was true... It was a night that she will never forget.

He might not be someone that she was romantically involved with but hell yeah, he made her experience something Duncan could never give. It’s not the sexual act itself but the intimacy and passion that came with it.

That night, Greg made her feel like she was the only woman in his world. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful, the most important person in his life. His attention was entirely focused on her.

Unlike her own husband who always seemed distant during their time together. Even when they were physically close, it felt like his mind was elsewhere, never truly present with her.

She couldn’t wrap her head around how she felt so much with a total stranger—something she hadn’t felt in years with the man she’d spent her life with.

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the call disconnecting—Greg had hung up. Frustrated, she immediately dialed his number again, determined to say what she needed to. But the phone rang endlessly, eventually cutting off. She tried two more times, but Greg wasn’t answering.

"The nerve of him!" Cammy muttered, and, fuming, she decided to send him a text message before adding his number to her block list.

She stepped out of the room to grab a glass of cold water, hoping it would help cool her rising anger.

"Was that Ellie?" Ric asked, noticing her foul mood. "Is everything okay at the resort? And how’s Dylan?"

Cammy quickly masked her frustration to avoid more questions. "Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just tired from all the cleaning and unpacking."

"Great timing! I just finished cooking, so you can take a break from all of it after we eat."

Cammy nodded, setting the table. Ric had made pasta—it smelled delicious and looked appetizing, but all she could think about was Greg.

Noticing Cammy’s silence while they ate, Ric worried she might be thinking about Duncan again. Wanting to cheer her up, he stood up and grabbed the cake he had bought from a bakery in his penthouse building earlier that morning.

"Tada! I’m sixty percent sure this cake will make you smile. How about it?" Ric said with a playful grin.

Cammy chuckled and gave him two thumbs up. "Make that one hundred percent! Thank you. And I’m sorry if my mood’s been all over the place lately."

"That’s okay, no need to apologize. I get it. Things will get better with time, and so will your mood. One day, you’ll look back on all this and smile because you’ll be in a much better place."

"I really hope you’re right. Oh, by the way, can I catch a ride with you later when you head to the studio? I need to buy a new phone. The one I’m using was provided by Felicity, and I plan to return it. No point in keeping a work phone since I’m not with Duncan anymore."

"Of course. I can drop you off at the mall. Just message me if you want a ride back, in case you end up staying there for a while."

"No need for that. After I get the phone, I’m heading back to the resort to pack up. I’m moving in with Dylan tomorrow so we can settle in before school starts on Monday."

"Sounds good. I’ll visit you when you’re back," Ric said with a smile.

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Greg had fallen asleep in the car shortly after ending the call and putting his phone in silent, irritated by what he assumed was a spam call. Normally, he didn’t bother answering unregistered numbers, but this time, he had hoped it was Cammy.

When he woke up, they were already pulling into his property.

"We’ve arrived, sir," his driver informed him.

Greg pulled out his phone to check for any calls or messages from Harry, but instead, he saw a text:

[Don’t worry about me getting pregnant. That won’t happen, I’m on contraceptives. I’m blocking you, so don’t bother waiting or looking for me! Consider this a warning!]

Greg scoffed at the message and immediately tried to call her back, only to find it wasn’t going through. "Did she really block me?"

"Sir?" the driver asked, overhearing his muttering.

"Where’s Harry?" Greg asked, with a sharp tone.

"He should be at the office, sir."

"Let’s head there."

"But, Mr. Cross, Mr. Parker instructed me to bring you here—reporters have swarmed the Cross Tech building."

"Damn it! Call him and tell him to come here, now!"

The driver nodded and quickly dialed Harry’s number as Greg strode into his mansion. His butler and a few staff greeted him as he passed, but he ignored them, heading straight to his home office.

In less than an hour, Harry arrived at Greg’s mansion, and the butler directed him to the home office.

"Finally! The boss is back! Did you enjoy your extended stay at the resort? How was it?" Harry teased, watching Greg’s back as he gazed out the window.

"It was fantastic the first night. But then you forced me to come back, so I can’t exactly say it was great," Greg replied with a hint of sarcasm. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Hmm, it’s unusual for you to enjoy a place like that. What happened? Did I miss something?"

Instead of answering, Greg handed Harry a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Find out who owns this number and get me an address."

"Sounds easy. Let me make a call. The number looks like it’s under one of the telcos we service. I’ll be right back." Harry left the office to make the call while Greg prepared two glasses of whiskey.

Greg unlocked his phone and opened the gallery app, scrolling through pictures he had taken at the resort, a smile spreading across his face.

"So cute..." he murmured to himself.

Minutes had passed and he was so absorbed in the pictures that he didn’t notice Harry returning. Harry paused in the doorway, taken aback by the sight of Greg smiling to himself while looking at his phone, which was quite out of character.

"Someone’s in a good mood!" Harry exclaimed, startling Greg enough that his phone slipped from his hand.

"What the hell! Don’t sneak up on me like that!" Greg snapped, making Harry laugh.

"Hey, I didn’t sneak. You knew I’d be back, so it’s hardly a surprise. What were you looking at? You’re not watching porn, are you?"

Greg scoffed. "What am I, a horny teenager?" He quickly switched the topic to avoid further teasing. "Did you find out who owns the number?"

"Yeah, didn’t take long. It’s a business line, part of a group plan registered to Pearl Resort, where you stayed."

"Useless, then," Greg muttered, standing up. He tapped his phone and walked over to the printer. After printing several pages, he handed them to Harry. "Get the private investigator to track down this woman. She was at Pearl Resort on my first night there. She used the number, but she’s not an employee according to the staff. So she must be connected to the owner—maybe a family member, a friend, or even the owner herself."

Harry glanced at the papers and his eyes widened. "Wait a second... I know her!"

Greg’s expression turned to shock and he stared at Harry waiting for his explanation.