My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 89: Tantrum

"Thanks for dinner, Ric," Cammy said as he walked them to her car. "You really didn’t have to cover the bill for me. And just so you know—if you pull this stunt again, I’ll stop going to any of your restaurants." Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Ric raised his hands in mock surrender. "Got it, ma’am! I’ll make sure to remember that," he teased before opening the car door for her.

Monica gave Ric a polite wave before Cammy pulled out of the parking lot. Unlike the sour expression she had worn when she first saw Cammy at Cross Tech’s lobby, Monica now had a satisfied smile on her face.

"Ric is quite the gentleman, don’t you think?" she mused aloud, catching Cammy off guard.

"Yeah, he is," Cammy replied absentmindedly before shifting the topic. "By the way, where are you staying?"

Monica shot her a confused look. "What do you mean? I’m staying with you, of course!" she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Cammy blinked. "Huh? Then where’s your luggage? Your suitcase? I thought you left it in the hotel you’re staying at"

Monica waved off the question. "Oh, I still have clothes at your mansion, remember?" she said casually—completely oblivious to the fact that Cammy wasn’t living there anymore.

"Mom, I don’t live there anymore. Duncan’s mistress has taken over that place, and I have no intention of stepping foot in there just to collect your things. I didn’t even retrieve mine or Dylan’s belongings," Cammy stated firmly.

"So, what now? I didn’t bring anything with me—just my handbag," Monica huffed. "Fine, just buy me some new clothes. It’s time to refresh my wardrobe anyway."

"I will, but only from the department store. I can’t afford designer brands," Cammy clarified.

"What do you mean you can’t afford them? Just use your credit card," Monica insisted.

"Mom, I don’t have a credit card anymore. It was in my suitcase—the one that went down with the plane," Cammy reminded her.

"But you have a job now. You should’ve gotten a new one by now," Monica scoffed, unimpressed.

"I will, Mom, once my death certificate is officially retracted. Until then, I can only use cash, and I don’t have enough for designer brands. So, for now, you’ll have to settle for department store clothes," Cammy explained patiently.

"What a disappointment. Had I known this, I wouldn’t have bothered coming. If I end up with a skin allergy from those cheap fabrics, you’ll be responsible!" Monica huffed.

"Alright, I’ll take full responsibility if that happens," Cammy replied, suppressing a sigh. "Let’s go now before the stores close." She turned onto the road leading to the mall, silently thinking, ’She won’t get a rash at all!’

Despite her initial resolve, Cammy eventually gave in and bought her mother a few designer pieces after Monica nearly threw a tantrum in the middle of the store, embarrassing her in front of the sales staff.

By the time they returned to the car, Monica was grinning—just as she had after dinner with Ric.

"Where are we headed now?" Monica asked.

"Home, Mom. The apartment I’m staying in has only two bedrooms, so you can take mine, and I’ll use Dylan’s."

"And where is Dylan supposed to sleep?"

"He’s at boarding school. He’ll be home on Friday."

"What? You sent your young son to live at a boarding school? What kind of lazy mother does that, Camilla?!" Monica snapped.

"It’s not just any school, Mom. It’s one of the top academies in the country, reserved for the brightest students. Dylan earned his place by winning an IT competition. The school is funded by major companies hoping to recruit its graduates in the future. Ric and Duncan are among its sponsors."

"Hmm. I’ll have to see it for myself before I believe you," Monica muttered, stepping into the car.

As Cammy got into the car, she asked, "How long do you plan on staying?"

"Until I get bored," Monica replied. "I was hoping to see my grandson today, but I suppose that’s not happening."

Cammy sighed and pressed the gas pedal. Just like Duncan, her mother rarely made time for Dylan unless he visited Arlon City to see his grandfather.

She’s definitely up to something. Duncan might have put her up to this, trying to influence Dylan. This isn’t good, Cammy thought.

When they arrived at the apartment, she immediately noticed the look of disapproval on Monica’s face. Felicity’s place was upscale and well-maintained, but it still didn’t meet her mother’s extravagant standards.

’Good thing we’re here and not at my actual place. She’d probably pass out if she saw my rooftop apartment.’

The amusing thought made Cammy smirk for a second, but she quickly erased it, not wanting Monica to catch on and start asking questions.

"Are you sure this place is safe?" Monica asked, glancing around warily.

"Mom, this is a high-end neighborhood. The rent here is ridiculously expensive—I wouldn’t even be able to afford it on my own. But thanks to Ric’s aunt, we have a place to stay," Cammy reassured her. "Now, come on, let’s go inside. I’m exhausted, and I have work tomorrow."

As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Monica started behaving oddly. She rushed to close all the curtains, double-checked the locks on the doors and windows, and even peered outside suspiciously.

Cammy frowned. "Mom, what are you doing? I told you, this place is safe."

Monica turned to her with a serious expression. "Camilla, did you not notice the men following us?"

Cammy sighed. "Yes, I did. But there’s nothing to worry about—they’re my security detail. They’re just doing their job."

Monica’s brows furrowed. "Who’s paying for them? And why do you even need security?"

"It’s just a precautionary measure set up by my lawyer," Cammy said casually. "And don’t worry about the cost—my lawyer is taking care of it."

She deliberately left out Greg’s involvement. Her mother had already met Ric, and that was more than enough for now.

Monica had a habit of meddling in her life—she was a master manipulator. And once she met Greg, there was no telling what kind of reckless move she might make.

"Do you want some tea before bed?" Cammy offered, hoping to ease the tension.

"No, thanks. I think I’ll turn in now. Traveling all day has completely drained me," Monica replied before heading straight into Cammy’s room without another word.

Once Cammy changed into her pajamas, she settled into Dylan’s room for the night and sent Ric a quick text.

"Thanks again for tonight. Your quick thinking and flawless acting were a lifesaver. You really are a natural. Also, I apologize for my mother’s behavior—please just ignore everything she said."

Barely a few seconds passed before her phone buzzed with a reply.

[No need to apologize, Cammy. I meant every word I said. I’ll fight for you. I won’t let Gregory Cross have you.]

Cammy sighed, rubbing her temples before responding.

"We’ll talk about that soon. Goodnight, Ric. I need to wake up early for work."

[Sweet dreams, Cammy. I wish I were beside you right now to kiss you goodnight.]

She chuckled at his message, shaking her head as she set her phone down.

"I hope you find the right woman for you, Ric," she murmured softly before closing her eyes.