My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 90: Sabotage

Cammy arrived at work later than usual after waiting for her mother to finish getting ready and then dropping her off at a friend’s house. Despite the delay, she felt relieved that Monica had decided to stay there, especially after complaining non-stop about the mattress in her apartment.

When she pulled up to Cross Tech, she was met with an unexpected sight—a long line of employees waiting to enter the building.

Frowning, she approached one of the people in line. "Excuse me, what’s going on?"

"They’ve started checking employees’ bags and installed a body scanner at the entrance," the employee explained, shaking their head in frustration. "Honestly, I think it’s overkill. Our security system is already top-notch. This just feels unnecessary."

Cammy sighed and joined the queue, moving through the security measures like everyone else before making her way to her department. The first person she looked for was Chiqui, but her desk was empty.

"Cammy, if you’re looking for Chiqui, she’s in a meeting with the other managers," one of her teammates informed her. "The COO called an emergency meeting."

Cammy’s stomach tightened. "What’s going on?" she asked, a sense of unease creeping in.

"We don’t have all the details yet, but there’s a rumor going around that some of the shipments containing materials for other departments were seized at the port. Apparently, drugs were found hidden inside them, which is why security has been tightened. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they make us all take a drug test today or tomorrow," the employee said in a hushed tone.

Cammy’s brows knitted together. "That can’t be true. Cross Tech would never allow its shipments to be used for smuggling illegal substances, right?"

"That’s what we all thought, but who really knows? We’re just regular employees—we have no idea what goes on at the top. I just hope this doesn’t affect our jobs. I can’t afford to lose mine," they sighed.

Cammy took a deep breath. "Let’s not jump to conclusions. We should stay positive and trust that management will handle this properly."

With that, she made her way to her desk, pulled out her phone, and quickly typed out two messages.

To Ethan: [Hey, what’s going on? Is everything under control? Are you okay?]

To Greg: [I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Don’t hesitate to call or text me, alright?]

Greg was in the middle of a board meeting when his phone vibrated with Cammy’s message. A small smile crossed his face, even if only for a fleeting moment before he refocused on the discussion at hand.

"How can we resolve this without taking a major financial hit while ensuring everything is handled legally?" one of the board members asked, with obvious concern in his tone.

"There’s going to be an investigation," Harry stated. "But it won’t be quick. From what we can tell, this wasn’t an accident—someone inside the company, the manufacturer’s side, or someone from the port is trying to sabotage us."

"How will this impact our operations?" another board member inquired.

Ethan leaned forward and responded confidently, "There’s no need to worry about the affected departments. Operations will continue as planned. We may have to source some parts locally, which will be more expensive, but regardless, we’ll still meet our deadlines."

By the time all the board members’ questions had been addressed and the meeting concluded, it was already lunchtime. Greg, Ethan, and Harry made their way to Greg’s office to continue their discussion in private.

"I took the liberty of asking your secretary to order lunch for us," Harry informed Greg as they settled in.

"Appreciate it. Have you sent Grace all the necessary documents?" Greg asked.

"Yes. She texted me earlier—her team is already working on it," Harry confirmed.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, exhaling sharply. "Greg, Harry, don’t take this the wrong way, but handling this strictly through legal channels is going to be a nightmare. Not to mention, it’ll cost us a fortune."

Greg smirked, already expecting Ethan’s perspective. "And what do you propose instead?"

Ethan’s gaze flickered between them before he answered, "You both need to call your fathers. With a problem of this scale, there are only two people I can think of who can do this."

"Who exactly are you thinking of?" Greg asked, eyeing Ethan intently.

Ethan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Since it happened at the port, that’s Duncan’s turf. But let’s be real—he’d need a substantial amount of money to pull this off, and right now, he doesn’t have it. Not with the financial hit he took from Cammy’s father’s company.

So, if you connect the dots, there’s a high chance that Annie’s father is backing him up. That old man probably resents you even more than Duncan does after what happened between you and his daughter. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me this possibility hasn’t crossed your mind."

Greg and Harry exchanged knowing glances before exhaling deeply. Ethan had a point. The problem wasn’t figuring out who was behind it—it was deciding how to deal with them.

Harry cleared his throat. "I hate to bring this up, but should I reach out to some of my old contacts? See if I can dig up anything on who orchestrated this?"

Greg’s jaw tightened. "We already have a solid idea of who’s responsible, and I don’t want to take extreme measures—at least not yet. It would interfere with my plans. But go ahead, make some calls. I just need proof that this wasn’t on us and that the guilty parties are held accountable by the law.

As for the masterminds..." A dark glint flickered in Greg’s eyes. "I’ll handle them myself."

Ethan leaned back on the sofa, shaking his head. "Do you seriously think you can handle this alone?"

Greg’s expression hardened. "We have to. Harry and I are not turning to our fathers for help. Those men don’t do favors without a cost, and whatever price they demand will be far worse than the problem itself.

Unless we’re in a life-or-death situation, even if we hit rock bottom, we’ll find another way. But asking them for help? That’s never going to happen."