My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 75: So Manipulative

Cammy frowned, her gaze fixed on the velvet box, hesitant to open it.

Greg, growing impatient, reached over, opened the box himself, and pulled out the contents. "This is yours now," he said, holding up the contents of it.

Her eyes widened in shock. "A car key? You’re providing me with a car? That’s too much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with protest.

"It’s not a luxury car, so don’t worry," Greg replied calmly. "It’s just a standard sedan—nothing flashy, to keep things low-profile. I figured you might not want a driver or bodyguard chauffeuring you everywhere, which is why I’m giving this to you. But for your safety, your bodyguards will still follow in a convoy."

Cammy hesitated for a moment, debating whether to take the car key or not. Finally, she accepted it, earning a satisfied smile from Greg.

"Good girl..." he murmured in a low, teasing tone, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

Cammy arched an eyebrow but decided to ignore his remark, especially since Dylan was present. She reached for a piece of bread and was about to grab the plate of eggs when Greg swiftly picked it up first.

"How many do you want?" he asked, poised to serve her.

"Just one," she replied.

"How about some ham?" Greg asked, continuing his impromptu breakfast service.

"Also, just one," Cammy replied again.

Without a word, Greg took the piece of bread from her hand and began spreading butter on it, leaving her momentarily stunned.

"What are you doing?" she finally managed to ask, regaining her composure.

"Putting butter on your bread," he replied with genuine confusion.

Cammy reached out to snatch her bread back, but Greg quickly moved it out of her reach. "Hold still, just wait—I’m almost done," he said calmly.

"I can do it myself," she insisted.

"It’s okay, Mommy. My teacher and Uncle Greg said men should take care of women. That’s why he’s doing this," Dylan chimed in matter-of-factly. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Cammy opened her mouth to argue but closed it again, unsure of how to respond. Dylan wasn’t wrong, but this felt excessive. She and Greg weren’t in a relationship, after all. Still, for Dylan’s sake—and his lesson in being a gentleman—she decided to let it slide.

"Thank you, Greg, for setting a good example for Dylan on how to take care of a lady," Cammy said, then gave Dylan a playful wink.

Greg picked up another slice of ham and placed it on Dylan’s plate. "Dylan, how about we drive Mommy to work today?" he suggested.

Before Dylan could respond, Cammy waved her hand dismissively. "No, no, there’s no need for that. I’ll drive myself."

Dylan looked up at her with curiosity. "But I want to see where you work, Mommy. You always said it’s a really tall building with lots of nice people."

Cammy smiled warmly, brushing her hand along Dylan’s cheek before gently pinching his chin to guide his gaze to hers. "That’s right, sweetheart. And one day, I’ll show you. But not today, okay?"

"Come on, Cammy. At least let us drive you today. We won’t even get out of the car, so no one will see us. One of the security team can follow in your car, so you can still drive it back," Greg urged, clearly wanting an excuse to spend more time with her.

’Maybe if we spend more time together, she’ll see how sincere I am and finally say yes,’ Greg thought to himself.

After a brief moment of consideration, Cammy sighed. "Fine, but just for today, alright? Tomorrow, I’m driving myself. What’s the point of having a car if I’m not going to use it? You lent it for that reason."

"Lent you? I didn’t lend you that car, Cammy. It’s yours. You don’t have to return it," Greg clarified firmly.

"That’s too much! I can’t accept it then. I only agreed because I thought you were just letting me use it temporarily," Cammy protested.

"No, you’re not giving it back. Consider it a token of gratitude for your help. And before you say I’ve already done too much for you, please just accept it. I’m a man—a very capable one—and refusing it would feel like an insult to me. So, please, take it," Greg insisted while his tone leaving little room for argument.

Cammy rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, you win. Clearly, you’re just bored and don’t know what to do with all your money."

"You’re probably right, and let me remind you that you have no say in how I spend my money," Greg replied with a sly grin. "Like you said, it’s mine, and I’ll use it however I please. Right now, providing for you and Dylan brings me joy, so unless you want to be the one to ruin my happiness, you’ll just have to accept it."

Cammy facepalmed and shook her head, which only made Greg and Dylan laugh. "I already said yes—I accept. You don’t have to get all dramatic about it."

"I’m just making sure you understand," Greg teased. "And let me warn you, this car isn’t the last. There will be more, and when they come, remember that rejecting them would mean stealing my happiness. I know you wouldn’t want to do that, would you?"

"My gosh! You’re so manipulative. Do you even realize that?" Cammy quipped while playfully raising an eyebrow.

"I’m aware, but only in the best way," Greg joked with a playful grin.

Cammy shook her head, smiling as she focused on her meal.

"I’ll head up first. Need to take a quick shower and get dressed," Greg said as he stood. He turned to Dylan, "Dylan, are you done? Let’s get you ready too."

"I’m done, Uncle Greg, but I’m a big boy now. I can dress myself, just like at boarding school," Dylan replied proudly.

Greg tousled Dylan’s hair with a chuckle. "Alright, big boy. Let’s go—we don’t want Mommy to be late for work."

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Greg kept his promise—neither he nor Dylan got out of the car when they arrived at the Cross Tech building. The moment Cammy entered the building, they drove off without delay.

When Cammy reached her department’s office, she was greeted with overwhelming enthusiasm by three of her teammates.

"Cammy! What’s your secret for attracting men?" one of the ladies exclaimed.

Cammy opened her mouth to respond, but the second woman cut her off. "Forget that! Just tell us where you meet these men—or better yet, take us there."

The third teammate chimed in. "Or introduce us to some of their friends! Come on, Cammy, help a few single ladies out."

Cammy stood there, completely bewildered, unsure of how to respond or even why they were asking such questions.

Thankfully, her ever-reliable manager stepped in to rescue her. "Ladies, settle down! You’re overwhelming her. Look at her—she’s clearly clueless about what you’re talking about."

Cammy frowned, still confused. "Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on. Why are you suddenly bombarding me with these questions?"

Without answering, all four women dragged her excitedly to her desk. The moment she saw what was waiting there, her eyes widened in shock. She was speechless and frozen in place as she tried to digest what’s the meaning of what she was seeing.