My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 42: Admirer

Cammy stepped back when the man extended the bouquet of white roses and asked, "And who exactly are you? How did you find my address?"

"I’m Mr. Cross’ driver. I guess he got your address from your employee profile? He sent me because Atty. Perez said you shouldn’t be seen in public. Please, Ma’am, take these flowers—they’re for you," the driver explained.

Cammy frowned, still refusing to accept the roses, and pressed further. "Why give me flowers? There’s no need for all this, and no need to pick me up. I can just wear a hat and sunglasses to work if they are all worried about my identity."

The driver scratched his head, offering an awkward smile. "Mr. Cross said the flowers are for peace offering for last night. Ma’am, I’ll get in trouble if you don’t take the flowers or ride in the car. My boss was very clear—no more public transport for you. He even had these roses delivered to the mansion early this morning and paid triple for them."

"You’ve done your job, so it’s not on you. I’m the one refusing the flowers and the car ride," Cammy said firmly.

"I might lose my job, Ma’am..." the driver mumbled, lowering his head.

Cammy sighed, rolling her eyes as she glanced at the driver, feeling a pang of pity. "Fine. I’ll take the flowers and ride with you, but just for today. Let your boss know that if he bothers me again tomorrow, I’ll quit my job myself!"

"Yes, Ma’am!" The driver quickly handed her the roses with a smile and opened the backseat door as soon as she took them.

Cammy set the roses on the seat beside her and pulled out her phone to text Dylan. [Good morning, my love! I miss you, call me later when it’s your call time. Love you!]

After sending the message, she skimmed through the texts she’d ignored last night and earlier that morning.

Both Felicity and Ellie had informed her about Felicity’s departure planned for the upcoming weekend and replied to them before checking the rest. Another message, however, made her smile.

It was from Ric and she hadn’t seen him ever since she and Dylan officially moved into the apartment. [Shall we have lunch together? If not possible, how about dinner?]

Cammy quickly replied, [Let’s have lunch in one of your restaurants, somewhere private. I’ve already talked to a lawyer and was ordered to not be seen in public. I’ll explain everything later. Also, bring the other photos you have. See you!]

And in just a matter of seconds, Ric texted her back. [I’ll pick you up then. I’ll wait in Cross Tech’s lobby.]

When they reached their destination, Cammy asked the driver to drop her off at the back of the building to avoid being seen stepping out of a luxury car. Thankfully, the driver didn’t object and complied without question.

She quickly exited the car, but the driver rushed after her. "Ma’am! Your flowers!" he called out.

Cammy sighed and took the bouquet, though she regretted not leaving it behind. ’I should’ve just left this at home,’ she thought.

As she walked, she noticed people glancing at her and the large bouquet she carried. Picking up her pace, she hurried toward the elevator, eager to reach her workstation to escape the curious stares.

"Cammy!" a voice called out as she reached the elevator.

"Good morning, Ms. Inoue!" Cammy greeted, spotting Chiqui.

Chiqui chuckled. "Just call me Chiqui. I’m not one of the top execs, no need to be formal with me," she said with a warm smile.

Cammy nodded, silently thanking her lucky stars for having such a friendly manager.

Before they could chat further, the elevator doors opened with a ding, and they stepped in. Cammy hesitated for a moment when she saw Greg and Harry inside, but with Chiqui and the other employees behind her, she was gently nudged forward.

As agreed, Greg and Harry pretended not to know her, and she followed the others in greeting the big boss with the same casual professionalism.

"Looks like you’ve got an admirer—or maybe a suitor or even a boyfriend?" Chiqui asked playfully and her voice was loud enough for everyone in the elevator to hear.

Cammy swallowed hard, feeling not only Greg and Harry’s eyes on her but also everyone else’s.

She let out a nervous, awkward laugh. "Oh, this? It’s nothing, really. Don’t mind it," she said, silently hoping Chiqui would drop the subject. Unfortunately, her manager had more to say.

"What are you talking about? Just look at it! You must be pretty special to whoever gave you that. It looks expensive and carefully picked. Each flower is perfect. So... who’s the guy?"

Cammy’s face flushed red, making Chiqui laugh. "T-There’s no guy. I don’t even know why he sent them to me. Maybe as an apology for being rude. Such a shameless person, really, hehe."

"Then you should forgive him! If someone gave me that many white roses, I’d definitely forgive him. What is it—two dozen, maybe three? He must be really sorry," Chiqui teased.

"I’m not sure. I’ll think about it..."

"You’re being tough on the guy, Cammy. Or maybe you’re the kind who prefers a face-to-face apology over gifts that don’t really show sincerity?" Chiqui asked, staring at her, clearly expecting a response.

Cammy hadn’t planned on answering but felt pressured. "Yeah, that would be better, I guess..." she replied absentmindedly, hoping it would end the conversation.

"I’ll remember that, just in case we ever have a misunderstanding," Chiqui joked, finally going quiet as they reached their floor.

Cammy sighed and kept her gaze forward as they stepped out of the elevator, something Chiqui quickly picked up on.

"Did seeing the CEO make you nervous?" Chiqui asked.

"Yeah, it was suffocating. I could barely breathe."

"Honestly, same!" Chiqui laughed. "That’s why I was trying to keep a normal conversation going, to ease the tension. It’s so rare for him to ride the elevator with the employees. I wonder what made him do it today?"

Cammy remained silent, hoping to avoid further questions about her life or feelings, and kept walking beside Chiqui toward their office. As they entered the office floor, most of the employees were already there. Since it was still before official working hours, those who were chatting casually noticed Cammy’s large bouquet and seized the opportunity to greet her about it.

"Wow, someone’s got an admirer!" one of the female employees teased.

"Not really. These are for everyone!" Cammy said, starting to pull apart the bouquet, dismantling the beautiful arrangement, and handing out flowers to the eager coworkers.

Chiqui frowned for a moment but joined the line anyway, happy to receive the thoughtful gesture so early in the morning. Each person on the floor got three flowers, except for Cammy, who kept none for herself.

"Thanks, Cammy! These smell amazing—almost like they added essential oils. Regular roses aren’t usually this fragrant," another employee remarked. Everyone thanked Cammy before returning to their work.

Cammy was content and happy with what she had done to the roses and worked quietly at her station, laying out the sample designs her manager had requested. As lunch neared, her excitement grew at the thought of seeing Ric.

’Wait... why am I excited?’ she wondered to herself.

"Mr. Cross! Sir!" Chiqui suddenly exclaimed, grabbing everyone’s attention and causing the whole team to stand and greet the CEO.

"Good morning, everyone," Greg responded.

"H-How can we help you, Mr. Cross?" Chiqui asked nervously. In all her years working there, this was the first time Gregory Cross had ever visited their department—and without any notice.

Greg didn’t respond immediately, instead scanning the room as if searching for someone in particular—Cammy. Greg frowned and his face turned sour upon noticing the white roses on everybody’s workstation and none on Cammy’s.

"I-Is something wrong? Did we make a mistake?" Chiqui asked anxiously, seeing the change in Greg’s expression her mind racing through worst-case scenarios.

It hasn’t been a week and her team is already getting the attention of the higher-ups in a negative way. ’What is it this time? Is Cammy’s case not enough? I will soon die of stress!’ Chiqui thought to herself.

"There are thirteen of you on this team?" Greg finally asked as he fixed his gloomy face, before turning to Chiqui.

"Yes, sir. You are making me really nervous, sir. Did something bad happen?" Chiqui bravely asked to end her overthinking once and for all.

"No need to be nervous. I’m here to personally invite all of you to an early working lunch so we can chat and get to know the team better. I missed the last one due to my schedule, and I want to apologize and make it up to the new hires. Your team is handling a major project and I want to get to know everyone.

The company shuttle is already waiting outside to take you to the restaurant, so you can head over whenever you’re ready—no need to clock out, this is paid lunch. I’ll meet you all there," he explained before heading out.

The room erupted in cheers as soon as he exited, everyone excited—except for one.

Cammy hurried to Chiqui’s desk and said, "I can’t make it. I already have plans."

"Oh no, can’t you reschedule? The CEO himself invited us—everyone’s expected to join. You can’t miss it, Cammy!" Chiqui said assertively.