My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 65: Flipping the Script

As Greg and Cammy passed Pearl Resort’s booth, Ellie gave Cammy a small wave. Cammy returned the gesture with a subtle nod, her expression softening briefly before continuing on.

Once they were far enough from the crowd, Cammy suddenly pulled Greg into a quiet corner. Setting the plate she was holding on the edge of a nearby plant box, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and broke down in tears.

She had tried so hard not to cry in front of him, but the weight in her heart was unbearable. She needed to let it all out before she could face Dylan again.

Greg didn’t say a word. He simply took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her before wrapping her securely in his arms.

Cammy didn’t resist. Instead, she clung to him tightly, her sobs growing louder. And for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt something she hadn’t realized she desperately needed—a comforting embrace.

It was the hug she had wished for from her mom the day she discovered Duncan’s betrayal. The hug she had craved after surviving the terror of the plane explosion.

It was the kind of embrace she had longed for her entire life, in every moment she felt helpless and isolated in a place that should have been her safe haven. As she rested in Greg’s arms, she knew this was the hug she would seek whenever the world turned against her.

Once Cammy had composed herself, she and Greg returned to Dylan, finding him enthusiastically cheering for his teammates as the games resumed.

"Dylan," Cammy called out gently, "I’ve got your chicken."

Dylan turned around, his face lighting up with a wide smile. But instead of running to Cammy, he dashed straight to Greg, throwing his arms around him in an exuberant hug.

"Uncle Greg!" Dylan exclaimed, his excitement catching Cammy off guard. She stared in surprise, momentarily speechless at the unexpected greeting.

"Hey, buddy! I watched your game earlier, and I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were already this good at football," Greg said with a warm smile.

"It’s because I remembered everything you taught me," Dylan replied with a proud grin.

Cammy’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Wait a minute—what do you mean he taught you? And why do you two seem so close? What’s going on here?" she asked, her curiosity brimming.

"Uh, I can explain—" Greg began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. But before he could finish, Dylan jumped in eagerly.

"Uncle Greg visits here a lot, Mommy," Dylan said with a grin. "He’s the one who found my inhaler at the airport."

Cammy’s eyes narrowed slightly. "I remember the incident at the airport, but what do you mean by visits here a lot?"

"Go eat your chicken, Dylan. I’ll explain everything to your mom," Greg interjected smoothly, taking the plate from Cammy and handing it to Dylan.

"Okay..." Dylan replied, shrugging happily before heading to one of the benches to enjoy his food.

Once Dylan was settled, Cammy crossed her arms and tilted her head, fixing Greg with an expectant stare. "Well? I’m waiting," she said, clearly curious and suspicious.

"You already know I’m a sponsor at this school, so I visit often," Greg explained casually.

Cammy raised an eyebrow, her hands firmly on her hips. "And during those visits, you conveniently end up playing football with my son? Without telling me?"

"Hey, it’s not like I came here just to play with Dylan," Greg defended himself. "The first time, I was passing by, and they were already playing. We recognized each other—it just happened."

Cammy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Passing by often? Dylan said you visit regularly. Care to explain that part?"

Greg fidgeted, clearly at a loss for words. Finally, he sighed. "Look, I didn’t mean any harm. We talked a little at the airport, and I found him impressive—smart and confident. I didn’t even know then that he’d won the competition I was sponsoring. He made a great impression on me, and after I found out he was your son, well... I wanted him to have a good impression of me too," he admitted.

"And why, exactly, would you want my son to have a good impression of you?" Cammy asked, her tone sharp and deliberately intimidating.

Greg let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "So he might, uh... help me score some points with his mom, hehe."

Cammy raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You don’t need to recruit Dylan to your side," she said flatly before glancing over to check on Dylan, who was happily eating on the bench.

"I’m really sorry if this upset you," Greg said sincerely. "I never meant any harm with what I did. I guess... I was just a bit desperate to find a way to make you say yes to my proposal."

Cammy sighed, glancing at him briefly. "We’ll talk about that later. Let’s focus on the game for now," she said before turning and walking toward Dylan.

When the game concluded, the students were instructed to return to their dormitories to rest and prepare for the awards ceremony later in the afternoon.

Greg guided Cammy to greet the other sponsors, none of whom seemed to have any idea about the earlier drama with Duncan and Annie, much to her relief.

As they stepped away from the group, Greg leaned in and whispered, "There’s someone here who wasn’t on the list."

Cammy gave him a knowing look. "I figured you intentionally removed certain names, especially Duncan and Annie. We’ll add that to the list of things we need to discuss later."

Greg sighed but nodded. "Fair enough. I’ll explain everything later. But for now, back to the point—my father’s here. Richard Cross." He subtly gestured toward a distinguished-looking man across the room.

Cammy nodded and silently followed Greg as he made his way toward his father, unsure of his intentions.

"Father," Greg greeted as they approached. Richard Cross responded warmly, pulling his son into a hug.

"I was starting to think you weren’t going to come over," Richard said with a faint smile.

"I was watching the football games earlier, which is why I’m only coming to you now," Greg explained. "I also needed to speak with a few potential clients before they left the event."

"Always business first—I like that. You really are my son," Richard said with a chuckle. "So, is everything running smoothly at your company?"

"Yes, everything’s going well. We’re moving forward with three major projects at the moment," Greg replied. "But I didn’t approach you to talk about business."

He gently took Cammy by the elbow, guiding her forward. Cammy offered a polite smile and extended her hand toward Richard.

"Hi, I’m Cammy Watson, Mr. Gregory Cross’ a—"

"Girlfriend," Greg interjected, cutting her off. "And I’m planning to marry her—if she accepts my proposal," he added with a confident grin.

The announcement left Cammy, Richard, and the others in the group visibly stunned. Their jaws dropped in disbelief, as no one had anticipated such a declaration, especially given Greg’s recent cancellation of his engagement to Annie Tucker.

Meanwhile, Greg smirked inwardly, savoring the shock on his father’s face. He knew Richard had been pressuring him to marry Annie after she claimed she was pregnant with his child, and this was his way of flipping the script.