My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 77: Prying

Cammy decided to stay late, intent on finalizing the design with Greg’s input as soon as possible. She was so engrossed in her work that she completely lost track of time.

"Cammy, aren’t you heading home?" Chiqui called out from across the room.

Cammy glanced at the window and noticed it was already dark. A quick glance at her monitor revealed it was past seven in the evening.

She turned to Chiqui and said, "I didn’t even realize how late it was. You go ahead—I’ll just finish this page, then head home."

Chiqui smiled and waved as she grabbed her bag. "Alright, take care! Don’t overwork yourself—you’ve got to stay healthy. See you tomorrow!"

Once Chiqui was gone, Cammy checked her phone, expecting messages or missed calls from either Dylan or Greg. To her surprise, there were none. Brushing it off, she refocused on her work.

By the time the clock hit eight, she had wrapped up her tasks, packed her things, and decided to head home. She took the red roses with her, leaving the yellow and white bouquets behind on her desk.

As she exited her department, a voice suddenly called out, startling her. "Heading somewhere, pretty lady?"

"Geez!" Cammy exclaimed, clutching her chest as she spun around to see who it was.

"I’m glad you didn’t give away the flowers this time," the familiar voice teased.

"Yeah, but I gave away the pink one instead. What are you doing here? And where’s Dylan?" Cammy asked, noticing Greg casually leaning against the wall near the glass door.

"Dylan had such a great time today that he was starving before dinner and fell asleep early," Greg replied with a smile. "So, I thought I’d come pick you up instead."

"Why didn’t you call or text me? I completely lost track of time. I should’ve had dinner with him."

"I saw how focused you were on your screen, and Dylan was enjoying himself, so I didn’t want to disturb you," Greg explained.

Cammy furrowed her brow. "Saw me? What do you mean?"

Greg glanced up at a corner of the ceiling and gestured toward a security camera. "I was checking on you through that."

"Checking on me? Watching my every move now?" Cammy teased with a playful smile.

Greg immediately grew flustered, waving his hands in denial. "No, no, it’s not like that, Cammy! I just didn’t want to bother you by texting or calling, so I looked at the security feed. I swear, I wasn’t spying on you or anything!"

Cammy burst into laughter at his nervous reaction, leaving Greg both confused and relieved. "Relax, Greg. I’m not mad. It’s your company, after all. You have every right to use the security cameras to check on your employees. Just as long as you’re not, you know, spying on me when I’m naked or something," she said with a mischievous grin.

The words caught Greg off guard, and he smirked at the thought, though he quickly shook it off. ’Naked, huh? Where did that come from, Cammy?’ he thought, clearing his throat to focus.

"I picked you up to take you to dinner. Your security will drive your car home, and we’ll take mine. Shall we?" Greg said with a smile.

"Where are we going?" Cammy asked, noting Greg’s casual attire, which didn’t suggest a fine dining destination.

"Nothing fancy," Greg replied. "I thought you’d prefer some comfort food and a chance to unwind before bed. That’s why I came to get you—I know you’ve had a long day."

Cammy nodded, trusting his plan, and settled in for the ride. She relaxed as Greg drove, eventually stopping in front of a cozy food stall just outside a park near his mansion.

"Do you want to get out and pick your food, or should I choose for you?" Greg asked.

Cammy stared at Greg with a playful grin. "I’ll step out, but you surprise me. Pick whatever you think is the most delicious."

Greg nodded and headed toward the food stall, leaving Cammy to step out of the car and watch as he placed an order for a variety of dishes.

Once he was finished, she helped him carry the food to one of the nearby tables. Without saying much, Cammy sat down and started eating in silence.

Meanwhile, Greg couldn’t help but observe her closely, feeling a twinge of nervousness about his choice. Finally, he asked, "Are you disappointed that I brought you here instead of taking you to a restaurant?"

Cammy paused mid-bite and smiled. "Why would you think that?" she asked gently.

"Well," Greg admitted, "you’ve been so quiet. You grew up in a wealthy family, and I thought this might be the first time you’ve eaten in a place like this."

"That’s not true," she replied, shaking her head. "Yes, I grew up in a well-off family, but this isn’t my first time eating somewhere like this. Back in high school and college, my friends and I would often stop by places like this after school."

She took another bite, then continued with a softer tone, "I’m quiet because I’m savoring the moment. Duncan never let me eat in places like this because he cared too much about appearances and his reputation. But being here now brings back old memories. It feels good... like a time when I was still free and happy."

Cammy tilted her head curiously at Greg. "But what about you? How do you know about this place? I’ve heard your father, Mr. Cross, is a strict man. Isn’t he similar to Duncan when it comes to guarding his reputation? Or am I wrong?"

"I wasn’t born into wealth," Greg began, his tone casual. "I grew up poor before eventually living with my father. Then, during my senior year of high school, I ran away. Back in college, I worked while studying and often ate at places far cheaper than this."

He gestured around the food stall. "Honestly, this place felt like a luxury to me back then. Whenever I had something to celebrate, I’d come here alone and treat myself to some good food."

Cammy tilted her head thoughtfully. "Hmm, why did you run away? But if it’s something you’re not comfortable talking about, that’s okay."

Greg smirked and leaned back slightly. "No, it’s fine. People close to me know about it anyway. My father wanted me to study something that would benefit his business, but I’ve always been passionate about technology, computers, and security. So, I ran away to follow my dreams."

"I see. I am so glad you followed your dreams. Look at you now—so successful," Cammy said with a warm smile. Her curiosity got the better of her, and before she could stop herself, she asked, "Where were you born then? You said you grew up poor, but as far as I know, Mr. Cross was never poor. He inherited the company from your grandfather, right? Or am I mistaken?"

Greg’s expression shifted instantly, his smile fading as he paused mid-bite. He stared at the food in his hand, his face darkening with an unmistakable sourness.

Cammy’s heart sank, and she swallowed hard, internally panicking. ’Shoot! I should have kept my mouth shut!’ she thought, silently berating herself for prying.