My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 159: Irresistible Offer

Greg strode across the lush, manicured grounds of Emerald Pines Country Golf Club, a place that once held fragments of his childhood memories. The open-air restaurant where his father used to take him every weekend felt both familiar and foreign now.

His eyes immediately locked on Richard Cross, his father, who was engaged in conversation with two other distinguished, middle-aged men—business tycoons whom Greg had known since he was a boy.

Richard’s face lit up the moment he saw his son approaching. "Ah, my son is here!" he announced with pride, excusing himself from his companions and making his way toward Greg with open arms.

Greg, however, remained composed, his expression unreadable. The tension between father and son lingered in the air, subtle yet undeniable.

"Golf on a Monday, Dad? Really?" Greg remarked coolly. "We could have just grabbed lunch in a nice restaurant... or talked in your office, like normal people."

Richard chuckled, unfazed by his son’s indifference. "You know me, son. Business talks are best done on the greens."

Greg let out a sigh, his gaze shifting to the vast, endless stretch of the golf course. This wasn’t just a game to his father. It never was.

Something was off. He could feel it.

Greg knew this wasn’t just about bonding over golf or catching up. His father had called him here for a reason. And whatever it was, it was bound to change everything.

Richard led Greg to the table he had reserved in the corner of the open-air restaurant, away from prying eyes and curious ears. The waitress approached swiftly as soon as she noticed them settling in, her steps practiced and professional.

Without much thought, they ordered the same dishes they always did—fish and chips for Greg, lamb chops for Richard. It was almost a ritual between father and son. But today, there was no warmth, no casual conversation. Only tension, thick and heavy, hanging in the air between them.

Richard wasted no time. "I heard about what happened with your shipments. I assume that’s why you wanted to meet?"

Greg let out a deep sigh, leaning back against the chair. He gave a subtle nod.

"How much for the damages?" Richard asked bluntly.

"There’s no physical damage or confiscation," Greg replied, his tone controlled yet heavy with frustration. As much as he hates to reveal this to his father--of all people, he has no choice.

"My legal team can handle it, but clearing Cross Tech’s name won’t be easy. The drugs that were planted in our shipment were strategically placed. It’s going to take months to untangle this mess."

Richard’s jaw tightened. "And how can you be so sure that it will get resolved by your legal team and just follow the due process? From what I heard, your two witnesses were silenced. Permanently."

Greg’s eyes darkened. The memory of those two men, who had risked their lives to expose the truth, haunted him.

"Yes, they were killed," he admitted, "but before that, they managed to give us critical leads. My team is already working on it."

Richard leaned forward, his gaze piercing through Greg’s composure. "Whoever did this... they’re not just after your company. They’re coming for you."

Greg swallowed hard, but his resolve didn’t waver.

"I know. Let them come," he said coldly. "I’m ready for them."

"I see... So, what exactly do you need me for?" Richard asked, his brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to understand what Greg was after.

Greg leaned forward, his eyes burning with determination. "I have ongoing projects that need those supplies immediately. We plan to purchase locally, but it will cost more. I need eighty million for that."

Richard’s eyes widened in disbelief for a moment before a sly smirk crept across his face. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Eighty million, huh? That’s quite a sum, son. And I’m certain you’re not here asking for funding, are you? After all, you’ve made it clear you won’t sell me any shares from Cross Tech."

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table as he studied Greg with a devilish smile. "So let me guess... You want me to lend you that amount — interest-free, of course — and you’ll pay me back once your projects are completed. Am I right?"

Greg clenched his jaw, refusing to break eye contact. "Yes."

Richard let out a low laugh, amused by his son’s audacity. "You’ve got some nerve, Greg. I raised a fearless businessman, that’s for sure. But tell me... why should I help you when you refuse to let me have even a single share of the empire I helped you build?"

"Because what I offer is far more enticing and beneficial to you than any interest you could ever put on that eighty million," Greg smirked, oozing with confidence as he reached for the glass of water the waitress had placed on the table earlier.

He took a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with his father, as if he was already winning the game they were playing.

Richard’s smile widened, his curiosity now fully awakened. He raised a brow, silently challenging his son to impress him. After all, Greg had always been the rebel, the one who defied him at every turn since the day his mother abandoned him and left him on Richard’s doorstep.

No matter how much manipulation or reasoning Richard tried over the years, Greg would always see him as the villain in his story. Even when Richard successfully turned him against his own mother, it still wasn’t enough to earn Greg’s love or respect.

As time passed, their relationship only grew colder, more distant. Yet, despite the hatred and resentment Greg harbored, Richard never gave up on one thing — the hope that one day, Greg would finally accept his bloodline and take the place as his one and only heir.

And now, here they are. Face to face, in what felt like a battlefield of power and pride.

"Alright, son," Richard said, leaning forward with a devilish grin. "You’ve got my attention. Tell me... what exactly is this irresistible offer that you believe I won’t be able to turn down?"

"I’ll accept to be the heir of Cross Holdings," Greg declared, his voice cold and deliberate as he locked eyes with his father, savoring the subtle shift in Richard’s expression.

The smile on Richard’s face slowly faded, replaced with pure disbelief. For years, he had longed for this moment — yet he never truly believed it would happen. His son, who had spent his entire life defying him, was now offering exactly what he’d been desperate for.

"You... you understand that once you step into Cross Holdings, there’s no turning back, right? I will make you sign binding contracts that will prevent you from walking away," Richard said cautiously, as if he feared this was all just a cruel joke.

Greg smirked. "I know. And I have no intention of leaving once I accept. But... I have conditions."

Richard’s eyes gleamed with excitement. "Of course! Name them. Whatever you want, son."

Greg leaned back in his chair, exuding the same intimidating confidence that Richard once had in his prime. "I can’t leave Cross Tech right away. As a businessman yourself, you understand that, right?"

Richard nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. I understand. So, what’s your plan?"

"I’ll work at Cross Holdings two to three times a week while slowly transitioning. Once the major projects at Cross Tech are either completed or near full execution, I’ll take over Cross Holdings completely," Greg explained.

Richard’s eyes narrowed with curiosity. "And when that time comes... who will manage Cross Tech?"

Greg let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. "That’s none of your concern. Cross Tech is mine to protect and manage. You should only worry about your empire."

"I’m only asking because I need assurance that when you take over Cross Holdings, your full attention will be on my company. I don’t want you sitting in my seat with a divided heart," Richard defended.

"I won’t. I have people I trust who can run Cross Tech smoothly, even without me," Greg replied firmly. freēwēbnovel.com

Richard’s eyes darkened with suspicion. "I hope you’re not referring to Harry Parker. I heard from certain people that he had dinner with his father last night... and it didn’t end well."

Greg’s expression shifted for a split second, but he quickly masked it. His mind raced back to the night before — the sight of Harry stumbling out of the bar, drowning himself in alcohol.

’Is that why he drank himself to death last night?’ Greg thought to himself.

A wave of unease washed over him, and he made a mental note to talk to Harry before the day ended.

"I have my people," Greg repeated coldly, "and I don’t need you to question them."

Richard chuckled darkly. "We’ll see about that."

Greg’s eyes narrowed as he gripped the glass in his hand. Something about his father’s smirk sent chills down his spine.

What exactly did Richard know about Harry? And what was he planning?

Greg had a sinking feeling that this deal was only the beginning of a much bigger game—a game where his father had already made the first move.