My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 140: For The Better

"Mind if I join you?"

The unexpected voice made Cammy and Chiqui’s heads snap up in unison, their peaceful lunch in the cafeteria suddenly interrupted. Their eyes widened in disbelief as the uninvited guest casually stood before them.

"S-Sure, of course! You can join us," Chiqui stammered, hastily removing her coat from the chair beside her, but to her surprise, Greg ignored it. Instead, he pulled out the chair right next to Cammy and sat down as if he belonged there.

Cammy narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here?" she asked bluntly, her tone sharp and unbothered.

Chiqui nearly choked on her food. ’Did she just—?’ Her heart raced. That was their CEO, she was talking to, and Cammy sounded completely disrespectful. Desperate to salvage the situation, Chiqui kicked Cammy under the table, silently pleading with her to behave.

But Cammy barely spared her a glance before turning back to Greg, waiting for an answer.

"Having lunch," Greg replied smoothly, settling comfortably into his seat.

"I know that," Cammy shot back. "I meant—why here?"

Greg smirked, clearly amused. "Am I not allowed to eat in my own building’s cafeteria?"

Chiqui sat frozen, watching the interaction unfold. She had no idea what to feel. The tension, the casual banter—it was making her nervous. ’What exactly was happening between these two?’

Cammy rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant." With a sigh, she decided to ignore him and resumed eating, pretending he wasn’t sitting beside her.

But Greg wasn’t done. Oh no, he seemed determined to make a statement. Without a word, he reached for one of the coffee cups from his tray and placed it in front of Cammy. And as if that wasn’t enough, he followed it up with a slice of cake.

Chiqui let out an audible gasp, her jaw practically hitting the floor. ’Did that really just happen?’

Cammy, now thoroughly flustered, turned to him slowly. Greg, as casual as ever, was calmly unloading his tray onto the table.

"What is this for?" she asked, lowering her voice but keeping the sharpness in her tone.

Greg arched a brow. "Dessert," he replied simply. "Cake goes best with coffee."

"I know that," she hissed. "But why are you giving it to me—here, like this?" She widened her eyes at him, silently trying to send him a signal. ’What are you doing?!’

Greg only shrugged. "Because I know you like it." His voice was casual, indifferent, but the glint in his eyes told a different story.

Cammy groaned inwardly. ’This is useless!’ She threw her hands up in defeat and decided to just drop it.

But Greg? He still wasn’t finished.

With practiced ease, he took a piece of meat from his own plate and placed it onto hers.

Chiqui audibly gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth in shock. ’No way. No freaking way.’ This wasn’t just unexpected—this was something straight out of a romance drama.

Cammy’s patience finally snapped. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes for a second, and without hesitation—kicked Greg’s foot under the table.

Greg flinched. "Ow! What the kick was that for?" he exclaimed, rubbing his leg.

Cammy glared at him. ’For acting like this in front of my colleague, that’s what!’ she wanted to say it but she could only signal him using her eyes to point at Chiqui.

Greg only smirked, completely unfazed. "Relax, Cammy," he murmured, leaning in slightly. "I’m just having lunch."

Chiqui, meanwhile, was still in a state of pure shock. Her brain struggled to process what she had just witnessed.

One thing was clear, though.

Something big was happening between Greg and Cammy. And she was sitting right in the middle of it.

"Oh my God... What exactly are you up to?" Cammy finally blurted out, unable to suppress her irritation any longer. ’Is he trying to make it obvious to Chiqui that something’s going on between us?’ she thought, her mind racing.

Greg merely tilted his head, feigning innocence. "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you mean," he said smoothly. Then, as if the conversation was completely unimportant, he added, "You should eat so we can go."

Cammy’s jaw nearly hit the table.

But before she could fully process what was happening, Greg reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. Without a word, he handed it to Chiqui.

Curious, Chiqui unfolded it and skimmed the contents.

"That’s the address for Dylan’s recovery party tomorrow," Greg informed her casually. "You should come."

Chiqui’s brows furrowed. "Dylan? Cammy’s son?"

Greg nodded. "That’s right. I figured Cammy might be too shy to invite you herself, and since the whole thing was planned last minute, there wasn’t time for proper invitations. But I hope you’ll come... Right, Cammy?"

Cammy was speechless. She just stared at Greg, struggling to find her words, until Chiqui’s voice snapped her back to reality.

"Do you want me to come, Cammy?"

"Y-Yes, of course," Cammy stammered.

Chiqui pouted. "Then why didn’t you invite me yourself?"

"I’m sorry, Chiqui," Cammy sighed. "The party is actually sponsored by Mr. Cross since he’s also Dylan’s sponsor at school, where the accident happened. I wasn’t sure if I could invite more people, but... apparently, Mr. Cross doesn’t mind." She shot Greg a look.

"Not at all," Greg replied smoothly.

"Alright, that’s fair," Chiqui conceded. "I’ll be there. What should I bring for Dylan?"

’Ahh, so that’s why they seemed close. Maybe because of the sponsorship and accident.’ Chiqui thought innocently.

"You can bring him food or books," Cammy suggested. "He’s not really into toys. He’s either on his laptop studying coding or outside playing with his friends in the garden."

"What a brilliant kid! I wish I had a son like that," Chiqui mused before sighing dramatically. "But then again, I don’t even have a boyfriend."

The two women laughed—until Greg politely cut in.

"By the way, did you receive the invitation to the annual gala this Friday?"

"Yes, boss," Chiqui replied. "I already announced it to the team last Monday."

"Gala?" Cammy raised an eyebrow. "What’s the occasion?"

"It’s Cross Tech’s anniversary," Chiqui grinned, then pointed proudly to herself. "And this lady right here is getting promoted."

Cammy’s eyes widened. "Oh gosh, congratulations, but, wait, isn’t the promotion supposed to be a surprise? Isn’t it usually announced at the event?"

"For some, yes," Greg interjected. "But since Chiqui is a project manager, she needs to know about any changes in advance so she can prepare accordingly."

"That makes sense," Cammy nodded before turning to Chiqui with a warm smile. "Congratulations again! I’m going to miss working with you. I won’t ask about your new position yet—I’d rather be surprised at the gala." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"There will be a lot of surprises at the gala," Greg remarked with a smirk. "I have one of my own..."

Chiqui’s curiosity was instantly piqued. "Ooooh, now I really can’t wait to find out what that is!"

But Cammy? She didn’t share Chiqui’s excitement.

Because she already had a pretty good idea of what Greg’s surprise was.

And if she was right... Then this gala was going to change everything.

However, she also has an announcement tomorrow and Chiqui will be there to hear it. ’Argh! Nevermind, she’ll find out soon anyway. I guess it’s for the better.’