My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 54: Trust me

"I didn’t consider applying to your company because, like Cammy, I have a kid," Eve said casually. "She gets sick often, and I need to keep a close eye on her. Freelancing works best for me right now."

"I understand," Greg responded sincerely. "If you ever change your mind, let me know, and I’ll see if there’s an open position available." Eve nodded in acknowledgment.

Cammy, clearly surprised, couldn’t hold back her curiosity. "This is the first time I’ve heard about this. What’s causing her to get sick?"

"My daughter, Cassey, has bronchial asthma," Eve explained. "It flares up when the seasons change or if she’s exposed to allergens she’s sensitive to."

"Same with Dylan," Greg remarked casually as he continued eating.

His comment caught the two women off guard, prompting them to pause and look at him in surprise.

"You two seem closer than I realized. He even knows about your son’s condition," Eve said to Cammy.

"It’s a long story," Cammy replied with a small smile. "He actually met Dylan by chance before I even met him. I’ll tell you about it some other time."

"What about your husband? Does he work in IT too?" Greg asked suddenly, catching the two women off guard once again.

"Greg! That’s not a proper question to ask," Cammy chided him.

Greg frowned, clearly puzzled. "What did I do? I was just thinking that if he’s in IT, my company might have opportunities if he’s interested in applying."

Cammy shot Greg a wide-eyed look, silently urging him to drop the subject. Eve noticed the exchange, while Greg remained oblivious to the underlying tension.

Eve gently touched Cammy’s hand with a smile, appreciating her effort and holding back a laugh at Greg’s obliviousness to Cammy’s signals.

"It’s okay, Cammy. My situation isn’t a secret," Eve said reassuringly before addressing Greg. "I’m a single mom. My daughter’s father has never been in the picture. My parents help me raise her. We have a farm in the countryside that does well, and they often support me financially, especially when Cassey falls ill."

"Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. Have you thought about suing that guy? You know there are laws for parents who don’t provide financial support," Greg said earnestly.

"Greg! Stop!" Cammy finally snapped, unable to hold back any longer, which made Eve chuckle.

"What? I’m just trying to help," Greg replied, looking genuinely confused.

"Haha! It’s fine, Cammy. I didn’t take offense," Eve said, smiling. "I know Mr. Cross was just trying to help."

"See? She appreciates it," Greg said smugly, earning an eye roll from Cammy.

"I’m aware of that law," Eve added calmly. "But it’s okay. I don’t need his financial support—I can manage on my own."

Greg nodded, and everyone resumed eating. But Eve suddenly remembered the other reason she had come to Cammy’s apartment.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Eve said, standing up to grab a paper bag she had left on the kitchen counter. "Ric asked me to give this to you. It’s for you to wear on Sunday, for the event at Dylan’s school."

Before Cammy could react, Greg abruptly stopped eating and snatched the paper bag as Eve was about to hand it over. "She already has something to wear. I’ll return this to Mr. Rossi."

Eve froze in place, completely taken aback by Greg’s unexpected reaction. Cammy, equally stunned, could only stare in silence.

As Greg placed the paper bag beside him on the floor, Cammy finally snapped out of her shock and turned to face him. "That’s mine, not yours, Greg. Give it to me."

Greg straightened up, crossing his arms. "Try to take it, and I’ll burn whatever’s inside. When a man gives you something, especially material gifts, it means he’s trying to claim ownership. Don’t ever accept anything from him again."

Cammy’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe Greg would say something like that in front of Eve, especially when they weren’t even in a relationship.

Before she could respond, Eve cut in, "You know what, I just realized I need to finish my daily report. I’m done eating anyway, so I’ll head out." Eve quickly gathered her plate and utensils and placed them in the sink before rushing out of the apartment.

Cammy’s gaze remained fixed on Greg, who had resumed eating as if nothing had happened, while Eve hurriedly left.

"What are you doing, Greg?" Cammy asked with sarcasm.

"Eating... Almost finished, actually."

"You know exactly what I’m talking about!"

Greg took a glass of water, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then turned his full attention to Cammy. "Done. Now, what are you talking about?"

"Give it to me, and then I’ll decide if I’m returning it or not," Cammy said, crossing her arms.

"Do you really want me to burn it instead of returning it to Ricardo in good condition?"

"Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend, damn it!" Cammy snapped, unable to hold back any longer. She stood up to grab the paper bag, but Greg was quicker, catching her wrist before she could touch it. ƒreewebɳovel.com

He pulled her toward him by the waist, his grip firm. "I may not be your boyfriend yet, but I don’t like seeing you give attention to other men, especially that chef! The more you talk about him, the more I want to punch him and mess up his face!"

"Ric is a good friend of mine, and you have no right to act like I’m yours!"

Greg smirked, but his eyes were full of anger, making Cammy feel a hint of fear. "Then be mine! It’s that simple. Be my girlfriend while we carry out our revenge. Once we’re done, you can decide if you want to stay or leave. It’s not that complicated!"

Cammy pushed Greg away, and he released his grip, placing his hands on his hips as he watched her back away.

"Why do I have to be your girlfriend to carry out your plans?" Cammy said. "We can still do it even if we’re not together."

Greg closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and rubbed his face in frustration. "I’ll show you why..." He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to Cammy. "This is my plan. It’s just a draft, but we can definitely add more if you help me."

Cammy took the paper and started reading. It was a lot to take in and poorly organized, but she could clearly understand what Greg was planning. She covered her mouth with one hand and swallowed hard as she stared at the paper, trying to process everything and figure out how she could help carry it out.

After a moment, she exhaled deeply and handed the paper back to Greg without saying a word, maintaining eye contact as she did.

Greg slowly closed the distance between them, gently taking her arms and running his hands up and down them. "Do you understand now what I’m talking about?"

Cammy sighed again and looked away, but Greg cupped her chin and turned her face back toward him.

"Cammy... Join me. Let’s take them down together."

"What if it doesn’t work?" she asked, her gaze locked on his eyes.

Greg held her gaze for a moment before his eyes drifted to her lips. He swallowed hard; they were so tempting, almost pulling him in. "It will work... Trust me..." he murmured softly, leaning in closer, unable to resist the allure of her lips any longer.