My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 69: Move In With Me

"Where are we going?" Cammy asked, noticing that Greg was driving away from the direction of his penthouse.

"To my house," Greg replied tersely.

Cammy frowned, puzzled by his response. "Isn’t your penthouse that way?" she asked, pointing behind them.

"Yes, it is," Greg said with a nod. "But my house is in this direction. The penthouse isn’t the right place for Dylan. My house has a garden and a playground that he’ll love." He glanced at the rear-view mirror and smiled at Dylan. "What do you think, Dylan? Wouldn’t you like to play in a house with a grassy yard and a playground?"

Dylan’s face lit up with excitement, and he leaned forward between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. "Yes! I’d love that, Uncle Greg. Will you play football with me?"

"Of course, buddy," Greg said with a chuckle. "And there’s a pool at my house too. You’ve been learning to swim, right? We can practice together."

"Really? But it’s almost nighttime. We might not be able to do both tonight," Dylan said, his excitement dimming as he pouted in disappointment.

Greg leaned in with a reassuring smile. "But didn’t I hear from some school officials that students have two days off because of the school event?" he asked Dylan.

"Yeah," Dylan nodded. "We’re going back to school on Wednesday."

"Perfect!" Greg exclaimed with enthusiasm. "That means we can play football on Monday and go swimming on Tuesday. What do you think about that?"

Dylan’s face lit up instantly, but Cammy shot Greg a look, clearly caught off guard by his sudden burst of enthusiasm.

"Aren’t you supposed to be working?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I own the company," Greg replied with a casual shrug. "I can take time off whenever I want. You should join us."

"Uh, no thanks," she said, shaking her head. "I’ve got work to do and designs to finish. I was actually planning to ask Eve to babysit Dylan for me since she works from home and wouldn’t have any trouble handling him."

"Well, that’s settled then," Greg announced decisively. "I’ll babysit Dylan for the next two days. You and he can stay at my place until the apartment renovations are finished."

"Let’s talk about that later," she answered nonchalantly.

After thirty minutes, they arrived at Greg’s estate. The car passed through an imposing metal double gate that swung open automatically. The driveway, paved with elegant cobblestones, was lined with vibrant hydrangea bushes in full bloom, creating a picturesque path leading to the mansion.

Cammy’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Greg’s house. It was a modern stone structure with sleek black metal accents. The design struck a perfect balance, blending the warmth and coziness of the stone with the bold, masculine touch of the black metal. Without realizing it, she smiled, her gaze wandering over the house’s striking features.

"Admiring my house, are we? You know, you could always move in," Greg teased, catching the smile on her face.

Cammy chuckled at his playful tone. "I’ll admit it—I like your house. You’ve got great taste."

Greg’s lips curved into a soft smile. "Thanks. It reminds me of the stone cabin I grew up in as a kid."

As they approached the front door, Cammy noticed a small group of household staff lined up to welcome them. Among them stood a middle-aged man and woman wearing uniforms that differed slightly from the rest, which Cammy assumed marked them as the butler and head housekeeper.

The car doors were opened for them, and the middle-aged couple stepped forward to greet Greg with polite smiles.

"Welcome back, Mr. Cross. Will you and your guests be having dinner here?" the man inquired.

"Yes," Greg replied with a nod. "Please prepare something that the kid will enjoy too."

He then turned to Cammy and Grace, who were standing side by side. "Cammy, Grace, let me introduce you. This is Edward Freeman, my butler, and his wife, Andrea Freeman, who is my head housekeeper. If you need anything during your stay, don’t hesitate to ask them."

Greg turned to Andrea with a polite yet firm tone. "Andrea, could you please look after Dylan for now? Or perhaps have someone take him to the playground. The ladies and I will be in the study discussing some legal matters."

Andrea and Edward both nodded in unison before stepping aside to allow Greg and the others to enter the house.

Cammy crouched slightly to meet Dylan’s eye level and spoke gently. "Sweetheart, Mommy, Uncle Greg, and Attorney Perez need to talk about something important. Please be good, okay? No causing trouble or making a mess."

Dylan gave a small nod of understanding, and Andrea reached for his hand with a warm smile. "Don’t worry, Ma’am. I’ll take excellent care of him," she assured Cammy before leading Dylan away.

As they stepped into the mansion, Cammy couldn’t help but smile, taking in the house’s interior. The design was a perfect blend of luxury and modernity—sleek and stylish without being overly extravagant, yet far from minimalist. It had just the right touch of decoration to make it feel inviting.

They followed Greg as he led them to the first door on the right of the main entrance. The room they entered was his home office, simple yet thoughtfully designed. On the right side, a desk was positioned beside a large accordion door that opened onto an outdoor patio, offering a serene view of the garden.

On the opposite side, a wall of bookcases lined the room, though they weren’t entirely filled. At the center, a cozy seating arrangement featured a three-seater sofa, two single armchairs, and a coffee table in the middle, creating a warm and functional workspace.

Greg motioned for them to sit and took a seat himself. "So, Grace, what’s the plan?"

"For now, since the divorce papers are already with Duncan, our focus should be staying vigilant about his next move," Grace began. "I recommend arranging security escorts for both Cammy and Dylan while we wait for him to sign the documents."

Cammy’s hands trembled as her voice broke. "He said if I don’t go back to him or agree to the divorce, he’d file for custody of Dylan. I..." Her words faltered, tears threatening to spill despite her efforts to stay composed. She had tried not to dwell on Duncan’s threats, but the weight of them was unbearable. She knew Greg and Grace needed to hear this.

"I-I can’t lose my son," she continued, her voice shaking. "Duncan has never cared for him, not once. If he gets even shared custody, he won’t look after Dylan. He’ll be sad, neglected... just like I was when I was with Duncan. My poor child..." Unable to hold back any longer, Cammy buried her face in her hands, her tears falling freely.

Grace leaned closer, gently rubbing Cammy’s back, while Greg grabbed a box of tissues and handed her one.

"Then maybe it’s time to pull Dylan out of boarding school and for both of you to move in with me," Greg said, his tone firm yet kind.

The suggestion left Grace momentarily stunned, and Cammy stopped crying, staring at him in disbelief. "Live with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.