My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 43: Greg’s Frustration

"You can’t miss it, Cammy!" Chiqui said assertively.

"I know, but my meeting at lunch is about my case. I’m getting some evidence from a friend, so it’s pretty important."

"Oh, I see... I guess you’re right, that’s more important than a team lunch since it is also regarding your stay in the company. Go ahead and meet your friend. I’ll explain to the CEO if he asks why someone from the team is missing. I’m sure he’ll understand, especially since it’s a legal matter that affects your employment here," Chiqui said with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you so much! I owe you big time. I must have done something good in a past life to get such a kind manager like you!"

"Oh, stop flattering me! I’ve already approved you leaving—you don’t need to butter me up," she teased, making them both laugh.

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When Cammy went down to the lobby, she immediately spotted Ric standing in front of the glass walls, gazing out the window. His striking appearance made him stand out from the crowd.

As she approached him, she carefully made sure her shoes were silent. Once she was right behind him, she playfully said, "Hello, handsome! Can I get your number?" She couldn’t help but laugh before Ric even turned around.

Ric chuckled and welcomed her with a hug. "How are you?"

"I’m doing well, everything’s okay. Ethan helped me find a good lawyer and a way to afford her fees. I’ll fill you in on the details later, but I can’t be seen in public for long. Ready to go?"

Ric nodded and guided Cammy to where he had parked his car.

Meanwhile...

Chiqui and her team headed directly to the company shuttle and were surprised to find Greg and Harry seated at the front.

They all exchanged greetings, but Greg seemed oblivious to them, his gaze fixated on the next person boarding the shuttle as everyone gets in.

As the team manager, Chiqui took the front seat opposite to Greg and Harry.

When the last person boarded and Cammy was still not present, Greg frowned and whispered to Harry, "Ask her where Cammy is."

"Why should I? Why don’t you ask her?" Harry replied, clearly protesting.

"Because it’s work hours and I’m your boss. Just do what I asked you to do!"

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to Chiqui. "Is that it? The headcount is only twelve."

"That’s correct; twelve will be joining us for lunch. One of my team members has some legal matters she couldn’t reschedule," Chiqui replied, keeping the details to herself.

"I see... I guess we should get going then." Harry tapped the driver’s shoulder to signal him to start.

"What legal matter is that? You should’ve asked!" Greg whispered to Harry again.

"She might be meeting with Grace," Harry suggested, hoping to quell Greg’s curiosity.

"She’s not. Grace told me she plans to meet her on Friday, and today isn’t Friday. Where on earth is she?" Greg demanded.

"Do you hear yourself? Why do you care where she is? You sound like a jealous, needy boyfriend. You don’t even have a relationship with her. Just drop it and come back to me when you’ve actually won her over, and actually committed yourself to be her man," Harry retorted, clearly annoyed but that statement surely silenced Greg.

Greg wanted to argue but realized Harry was right; he had no claim over her—they weren’t even a couple. With a scoff, he slumped back in his seat like a defeated teenager, sulking.

The entire team was amazed when they arrived at Gusto di Mezzogiorno, a well-known Italian restaurant famous for its delectable food, Instagram-worthy presentation, and authentic Italian atmosphere. The fact that the restaurant was also quite pricey added to the team’s surprise.

"I can’t believe the CEO treated us to such an expensive place. What did we do to deserve this? Or is he always this generous?" one team member asked Chiqui.

Not wanting to read too much into the CEO’s gesture, Chiqui simply replied, "Just enjoy the generosity while it lasts."

"Order whatever you like," Harry said after noticing that Greg was giving everyone the silent treatment, preoccupied with his phone.

The team happily complied, and soon the table was filled with a variety of pasta, pizza, salads, and meats.

Harry and Chiqui kept the conversation going, jumping from one topic to another. Greg chimed in occasionally, but it was clear to both Harry and Chiqui that he wasn’t fully engaged, distracted by something only Harry knew about.

In the middle of lunch, Greg leaned over and whispered to Harry, "I texted my driver to bring the car and wait for you. He’ll ride back to the office with the rest of the team."

Harry, puzzled because he knew Greg had no important meetings scheduled, asked, "Where are you going?"

"Home. I’m done for the day. You can head out too once you clear my afternoon schedule," Greg replied casually.

Harry was stunned. Greg had never left work early just to go home. Before he could ask more questions, Greg stood up and addressed the group.

"Sorry, everyone, I have to head out early for an urgent meeting. Mr. Parker will stay with you. Enjoy the rest of your lunch!" Greg added with a playful salute, leaving no time for anyone to react or ask questions before he walked out.

Harry quickly sent Greg a message. [What’s going on? Where are you going?]

[I just told you. Home. Don’t bother me, I’m in the worst mood right now,] Greg replied while heading out.

[Are you sick? Or maybe... lovesick?] Harry teased.

Greg was about to respond when he saw his driver pull up. "Harry’s inside. Go grab something to eat," Greg instructed, and his driver nodded before heading into the restaurant.

Just as Greg was about to open the driver’s side door, a car suddenly swerved in from behind, cutting him off and parking right in front of him. "Hey! Are you fucking insane?!" Greg shouted.

The driver of the car quickly stepped out, and seeing it was a valet service worker only fueled Greg’s frustration.

"Is this how you do your job?!" he yelled again.

"I’m so sorry, sir. My boss was in a hurry, that’s why I did that," the valet apologized.

Greg angrily placed his hands on his hips. "Your boss? You mean the owner of this restaurant?"

Before the valet could respond, Greg heard a voice he instantly recognized.

"What’s going on?"

Greg turned to see Ric standing there, and next to him was Cammy.

’So this is where you are? Legal matter, huh? What a load of bullshit!’ Greg thought, his anger intensifying.

He calmly walked toward Cammy, but Ric stepped forward, positioning himself between them, clearly blocking Greg’s path.

Cammy’s anxiety spiked as she noticed Greg’s furious expression and Ric’s protective stance—she knew Greg wouldn’t like it.

Greg scoffed and let out a bitter laugh before asking, "So this is the ’legal matter’ you couldn’t reschedule?"

Cammy gently nudged Ric aside and stated, "I can explain—"

"Get in my car," Greg ordered, his tone hard, sparking visible irritation in Ric.

"I picked up something for Atty. Per—" Cammy tried to explain.

"I said, get in my car. Now!" Greg yelled, startling Cammy, who instinctively began moving toward his car.

"No, Cammy," Ric interjected, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from going any further, boosting Greg’s anger.