My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 85: Contract

As planned, Cammy arrived at the CEO’s office promptly at noon, finding Grace already waiting.

"Shall we begin?" Grace asked, and both Cammy and Greg nodded in agreement.

Grace handed them the draft of the contract, and the pair carefully read through each page, scrutinizing the details to ensure everything was in order.

Cammy paused and frowned as she reached a particular section. "Wait, this clause says Greg will attend my son’s school activities as well. Isn’t that going a bit too far?"

Grace nodded, understanding her concern. "I see where you’re coming from, Cammy. But the goal here is to convincingly deceive Duncan and Annie, and being involved in Dylan’s life adds to that authenticity. However, there’s no need for Greg to act sweet or romantic around your son. I don’t want to confuse Dylan either."

She gestured toward Greg. "Greg’s relationship with your son can remain professional—he’s already involved as Dylan’s main academic sponsor. That dynamic won’t need to change, but this clause ensures the arrangement looks genuine in every possible way."

Cammy frowned deeply. "I don’t like the sound of this. It feels like my son is being dragged into something he shouldn’t be part of, and I can’t allow that."

"Cammy," Greg said calmly, meeting her gaze, "I understand your concern. Believe me, I have no intention of using Dylan. To him, I’ll simply be the school’s main sponsor, your boss, and a friend as well. I would never do anything to harm him or influence his mind unfairly.

"My presence at his school will only be for Duncan and Annie’s sake, not Dylan’s. And if I ever overstep my bounds, even unintentionally, I want you to call me out immediately. I’ll make sure to correct it right away."

Taking a deep breath, Cammy picked up a pen and wrote her condition on the document. "Then I want everything you just said included here in writing."

Greg smirked slightly, nodding in agreement. "If that’s what it takes to put your mind at ease, consider it done."

The two continued reviewing the draft until Greg paused, a thought crossing his mind. "I want to include her transfer as soon as she finishes her current project," he said.

"Got—" Grace began but was interrupted by Cammy.

"W-Wait, transfer? What for?" Cammy asked in confusion.

Greg’s expression was calm but serious as he turned to her. "Cammy, we can’t keep our ’relationship’ a secret from the employees forever. Eventually, they’ll find out, and when they do, I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire. I want to shield you from the inevitable gossip, judgment, and negativity that’ll follow. People can be cruel, and I don’t want you to have to face that every day—whether it’s whispering behind your back or cold stares when you pass by."

He continued, his tone softening. "I know moving you to a different department won’t eliminate all the negativity, but at least it’ll limit your interactions with them. What you don’t hear or see won’t weigh you down. This way, we can focus on work and tackling the bigger challenges ahead. Don’t you agree?"

Cammy hesitated, her brows furrowed. "Where will I go, then?"

"I’ll be announcing promotions soon during the company’s anniversary. Your role in your project will end by then but you can still do some corrections or help to Chiqui if needed once you get transferred." Greg replied. "There are several positions that will open up. I haven’t decided yet, but you can expect to be assigned one of them. It’ll be a role that suits your skills and keeps you out of unnecessary drama and near me."

"Alright, just don’t assign me to something I’m not qualified for. I don’t need any more rumors added to my name. Being the CEO’s girlfriend is already enough of a topic for gossip," Cammy clarified.

"Noted. Don’t worry, I’m fair to my employees," Greg said with a wink, making Cammy roll her eyes in response.

After a while, Cammy closed the folder and handed it back to Grace, with Greg doing the same. "So, is that everything? No more changes or additions?"

"I’m good with it unless Cammy wants to make any changes," Greg replied.

"I’m fine with it too. I mean, we can always adjust it if needed later, right?" Cammy asked, looking at Grace.

"Of course, if both parties agree, we can always amend the contract later," Grace confirmed.

"Alright, that sounds good then," Cammy said, relieved.

"Perfect! If there’s nothing else, I’ll go ahead and send you the final copy for signing right away. Thanks for the lunch, Greg, it was wonderful!" Grace said before heading out of Greg’s office.

Cammy was about to get up when Greg stopped her. "Cammy, did you get the memo about the football game this Friday at Dylan’s school?"

"Yes, I did. And I’m guessing you’ll be there, right?"

"Of course, as per our agreement. Let’s go together—I’ll pick you up on Friday morning so you won’t have to drive here yourself."

Cammy nodded, offering no further comment. Greg watched her leave, his gaze lingering on the door even after she had gone. It wasn’t until Harry entered through the same door that he snapped back to the present.

"I’ve been calling you non-stop and you didn’t answer!" Harry exclaimed in frustration and panic.

Greg looked up, startled by Harry’s outburst. "Oh, I was in a meeting with Cammy and Grace. What’s going on?" he replied calmly but concern creeping into his voice as he noticed the urgency in Harry’s stance.

"You need to call Grace back right now. We need her at the port. Something’s gone wrong with our shipments. Ethan’s already on his way there, but he just got word from customs, and we need to be there too. This is bigger than we thought, Greg. Let’s go! I’ll explain everything on the way," Harry urged. Before Greg could get a word in, Harry was already turning on his heel, heading for the door.

Greg stood frozen for a moment, still processing the sudden shift in mood. He had expected a quiet afternoon, not this frantic rush. His thoughts raced, but he quickly followed Harry, his mind spinning with questions. What had gone wrong? What was happening with the shipments? freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The two of them rushed to the elevator, and as it ascended to the parking garage, Greg finally spoke. "What exactly happened? What did Ethan hear from customs?"

Harry glanced at him, his face grim. "I don’t know all the details yet, but the shipments have been flagged, Greg. Customs claims there’s a major issue with our imports. They’re saying the paperwork’s been tampered with, and some of the goods might be illegal."

Greg’s stomach churned. "Illegal? That doesn’t make sense. Our supply chain is locked down tight. Who would—"

Greg paused as a sudden realization and doubt crept into his mind. "There’s only a few people who have the power and guts to do this to me..."

Just as Harry was about to ask Greg, his phone buzzed with an incoming message. His eyes flicked to the screen, his jaw tightening.

Greg glanced at him, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. "What is it?" he asked, feeling a chill run through him.

Harry’s face went pale as he read the message. He looked up at Greg, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "It’s from Ethan. He says the shipment’s been seized... and they found something unexpected. Something that could ruin us all."