My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 141: I Seduced the CEO

After finishing lunch with Cammy and Chiqui, Greg returned to his office, his expression unreadable. He shut the door behind him, loosened his tie, and exhaled deeply before picking up his phone. This call had been a long time coming. He scrolled through his contacts, hesitating for just a second before pressing dial. freёwebnoѵel.com

The line rang only once before a familiar voice answered.

Greg didn’t waste time. "Is my father available for a meeting with me on Monday?"

There was a brief pause on the other line before the secretary asked, [Is this regarding business or personal matters?]

Greg’s grip on the phone tightened. "It’s for business," he said, then added as an afterthought, "Actually, note that it concerns both my business and his. It’s urgent. I need to see him Monday, and it can’t be delayed any longer."

The secretary’s voice remained calm, but Greg knew she understood the weight of his words. [I see. Since it’s you, sir, and it’s urgent, let me put you on hold while I check if I can fit this into his schedule.]

"Go ahead," Greg said, pacing the length of his office. "If possible, cancel any unimportant meetings so I can have a proper conversation with him."

The secretary hesitated. [Sir, are you sure you wouldn’t rather meet him at his home after work? If it’s urgent, that might be easier.]

Greg’s jaw clenched. "No, Samantha. I don’t want others to see me there. You know what I mean."

She didn’t need further explanation. [Understood. Hold on a moment.]

Meanwhile, in Richard Cross’s Office...

Samantha left her desk and made her way to Richard’s office. Even though it was the weekend, the old man was there, deeply engrossed in work as usual. His hands moved swiftly across his keyboard, the glow of his monitor reflecting off his silver-rimmed glasses.

The door was already ajar, but Samantha still knocked lightly. "Sir?"

Richard barely looked up, his sharp eyes flicking toward her before returning to the screen. "Yes?" His tone was curt, impatient—until he saw Samantha step inside and quietly shut the door behind her. That was enough to grab his full attention.

Greg’s father leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully. He knew Samantha well enough to recognize when something was worth listening to.

"Greg is on the line," she said. "He’s requesting an appointment with you on Monday. He says it’s urgent—both his business and yours."

For a moment, Richard remained silent. Then, ever so slowly, a smirk curved his lips. He steepled his fingers, amusement flickering in his cold, calculating eyes.

’So, the boy was finally making his move,’ he thought.

"Cancel my entire afternoon," Richard instructed. "He can have all of it. Reschedule anything important for the morning."

Samantha nodded. She didn’t need to ask why—she had served the Cross family long enough to know when something significant was about to unfold.

Back to Greg...

Moments later, Samantha’s voice returned on the line. [Your father has cleared his entire afternoon for you. Will that work?]

Greg let out a dry chuckle, though there was little humor in it. "That’s more than enough. Thanks, Samantha. I owe you one. I’ll bring your favorite coffee and pastry as a token of appreciation."

A soft laugh came through the receiver. [You never change, Greg. I’ll see you then.]

As the call ended, Samantha leaned back in her chair, shaking her head with a knowing smile.

’That boy is nothing like the rest of them,’ she thought. ’Despite everything that happened, he turned out to be a good man. A fine gentleman, even.’

Little did she know—Monday’s meeting was about to set everything in motion.

After ending the call, Greg didn’t waste a second. He stepped out of his office with purpose, his long strides carrying him straight to Cammy’s department. His sudden appearance caught both Cammy and Chiqui off guard.

"Are you almost done?" Greg’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the office.

Cammy blinked, momentarily at a loss for words, but before she could respond, Chiqui spoke up.

"We are, actually," she said, turning off her computer. "I assume you have some last-minute things to take care of for the party tomorrow?"

Greg nodded. "Right."

"Alright then! I’ll head out—I still need to buy a gift for Dylan." Chiqui quickly grabbed her bag, flashing Cammy a knowing grin before waving goodbye. "See you both tomorrow!"

The moment she was gone, Cammy turned to Greg with narrowed eyes.

"What exactly are you doing?" she demanded.

Greg met her glare with calm amusement. "I’m breaking the news to her tomorrow about your transfer. And I want her to know about you and me before rumors spread in the office, which will surely happen when they see you with me in the Gala.

She’ll need a moment to process it, so I figured we should ease her into it. She’s going to be shocked, no doubt."

Cammy sighed, realization washing over her. This was her final week on the project. No matter how much she loved it, her time here was coming to an end.

"I really liked this project," she admitted softly. "I’m going to miss it. Has HR already found my replacement?"

"Yes," Greg confirmed. "You’ll meet her soon. You’ll need to train her for a couple of days next week before you move to your new role." Then, with a teasing smirk, he gestured toward the door. "Shall we?"

Cammy grabbed her bag and followed him toward the elevator.

"Where am I getting transferred?" she asked.

Greg pressed the elevator button and gave her a mischievous glance. "It’s a surprise. You’ll find out tomorrow. Don’t push me for answers now—I’m also revealing a surprise for Harry, so be patient."

Cammy chuckled. "You really know me by now."

Greg let out a mock sigh. "Yes, and I’ve learned that handling you is no easy task. You’re stubborn, Cammy." He smirked before casually reaching for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

Cammy stiffened instantly, her eyes darting left and right in panic. "Greg!" she hissed. "What if someone sees?"

Greg didn’t even flinch. "Relax. No one’s here. And honestly? I don’t care if they see. Let them be envious."

Cammy rolled her eyes. "I do care. I don’t want anyone thinking I seduced the CEO or something."

Greg chuckled. "Fair enough. We could always tell them I seduced you instead."

She gasped before playfully smacking his arm.

Greg only laughed, but Cammy’s thoughts ran deeper than the banter.

’If only you knew how much I was drawn to you the moment I saw you, she thought as the elevator doors opened. Maybe you’d realize this was always meant to be...’