My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 163: Not A Damn Word

Cammy shot Greg a look of pure disbelief, her lips curling into a skeptical frown. "Are you sure you and Harry are best friends? Because, honestly, it sounds like I know more about his love life than you do."

Greg scoffed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he glanced at her. "Excuse me? How do you know all this? Since when did you become the all-knowing expert on Harry Parker?"

Cammy rolled her eyes and launched into a full recount of everything—Harry’s drunken confession at Dylan’s party, the awkward breakfast with Eve, and her reaction. "I still can’t believe how much of a mess he is. He seemed so normal this morning, and now we find out he’s been sulking in a strip club since lunch. Seriously, how did you not know any of this?"

Greg exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Look, we lost touch for a while, okay? And knowing how his family operates, I have no doubt that Eve was telling the truth about everything."

Ethan, who had been quiet in the back seat, suddenly hummed in thought. "Okay... now it makes sense. In Harry’s mind, Eve really did lie to him. Damn... I can’t even blame the guy. But at the same time, we can’t blame her either. They’re both victims of their own circumstances and ridiculous family expectations."

Cammy sighed, crossing her arms. "So, what now? Do you think there’s any hope for them to fix this? Or are we watching the world’s most chaotic love story crash and burn in real time?"

Cammy gasped so loudly that both Greg and Ethan flinched. She slapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with excitement. "Oh my gosh, Ethan! I have an idea!"

Greg groaned, rubbing his temples as if he already had a headache. "Oh no. No, no, no. I know that look, Cammy. Whatever you’re thinking—stop. You are not about to play matchmaker for them."

Cammy cocked her head, giving Greg an innocent but determined stare. "And why not?" she challenged. "Think about it—Harry is angry because he doesn’t know the full truth. Eve, on the other hand, is running away, even though she still loves him, all because she’s afraid.

But Harry isn’t the same guy she knew before. He’s no longer his father’s puppet—he can make his own decisions, and his family can’t control him anymore.

If we just help them clear up this giant mess, they can finally be together. And let’s be real, that’s what’s best for Cassey too! It’s not like they betrayed each other or did something unforgivable.

They just need clarity—and once they have that, boom! Happily ever after!"

Greg leaned back against his seat, shaking his head with a smirk. "Do I actually get a say in this? Or have you already made up your mind, and I’m just here for moral support?"

Cammy grinned, leaning toward him. "Wow, Mr. Cross, look at you, really starting to understand me. Gold star for you!"

Greg let out an exasperated laugh, while Ethan clapped his hands together. "Alright, count me in! This sounds fun. Greg, you focus on Cross Tech—we got this matchmaking mission covered."

Greg sighed dramatically. "Fine. But when this blows up in your faces, I will say ’I told you so.’"

Cammy just winked. "Noted. Now, let’s get to work."

When they finally arrived at the mansion, Greg and Ethan—along with Edward’s much-needed assistance—somehow managed to haul Harry’s drunken, semi-conscious body into one of the guest rooms. It was no easy feat, considering Harry was not a cooperative drunk.

As soon as they dropped him onto the bed, Ethan let out an exhausted sigh. "Can I just stay here too? It’s already late, and, in case you forgot, my car is still at that den of sin we rescued him from." He gave Greg a hopeful look, practically pleading.

Greg smirked. "I was going to suggest that anyway. You look dead." He then turned to Edward and nodded toward Ethan. "Please take him to his room before he collapses in the hallway."

Edward, ever the professional, gave a slight bow before ushering Ethan away.

Greg, now alone, exhaled and ran a hand through his hair as he made his way toward his own room. But as he walked past Cammy’s door, he noticed it was slightly open. His brows furrowed.

’Why is her door open?’

Curious, he peeked inside, expecting to see her getting ready for bed. But the room was empty.

His heart skipped a beat.

’Where is she?’

Unable to shake the strange feeling creeping up his spine, Greg stepped inside. His eyes scanned the space, but there was no sign of her. Then, just as he was about to turn around, he heard the faint sound of water running.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar.

He hesitated for only a second before taking a step closer.

And that’s when he heard it—a soft gasp followed by an unmistakable thud.

Greg’s eyes widened.

’What the hell just happened?!’

Greg didn’t think—he just reacted. The moment he heard the thud and Cammy’s startled gasp, he sprinted forward and shoved the bathroom door open with force.

"Ahhh!" Cammy shrieked, her hands instinctively flying to cover herself as she quickly sat down, eyes wide with shock. But the shock on her face quickly morphed into a scowl as she realized who her intruder was.

"Greg?!" she snapped. "What the hell?! Do you not know how to knock?"

Greg, still breathless, scanned the bathroom, searching for the supposed emergency. "What happened? Are you hurt? What was that sound? Do I need to—" freeweɓnøvel.com

Cammy rolled her eyes, her annoyance overtaking any embarrassment. She stood up—completely forgetting she was very much naked—and placed her hands on her hips. "The damn towel rack fell. That’s all you heard. As you can clearly see, I am fine. Now get out, go to your room, and for the love of God, lock your door behind you."

Greg opened his mouth to respond—maybe to apologize, maybe to argue—but nothing came out. His brain had completely short-circuited.

Because standing right in front of him, in all her wet, glistening, completely bare glory, was Cammy.

And at that moment, every single word she had just said evaporated from his brain.

’Shit!’

Greg swallowed hard, his throat suddenly drier than the Sahara. His jaw tensed as he forced himself to meet her gaze—and only her gaze—but his body had already betrayed him. The beast between his legs definitely noticed the situation, and there was no hiding it.

Cammy narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you even listening to me?"

Greg exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. "Not a damn word," he replied as he began to approach her.