My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 171: The Final Touch

The anticipation for the Cross Tech Anniversary and Gala Night was undeniable. The entire company was buzzing with excitement, and for once, the employees could breathe easy as work hours were shortened to allow ample time for preparation.

Cammy had invited Eve and Chiqui to her apartment to get ready together since it was closer to the location of the event than Chiqui’s house.

What they didn’t know was that Greg had also a plan of his own.

"Let’s hurry, so we will still have time to change our mind if in case we don’t like what he did with our hair and make-up on the first try," Cammy said before opening the door of her apartment.

"Oh! What is going on?" Cammy asked in surprise upon seeing the living room of her apartment turned into a home salon, or that’s how it felt like.

"Welcome home dear," Mrs. Moore greeted. "Greg called in, telling me to let in the people that he sent to do your hair and make-up, and so I did. I sent the kids to my husband downstairs so they won’t join in this chaos."

Cammy looked back at her living room and stared at the team of professional hairstylists and makeup artists waiting to pamper them.

"Well, if Greg had paid for this, we should not waste it right?" Eve said before walking towards one of the chairs that was set up in the middle, facing a large mirror.

Cammy and Chiqui gladly followed suit.

As soon as their hair and make-up were done, the ladies swiftly changed into their respective outfits for the night.

Eve, as expected, had taken matters into her own hands regarding her dress. The brawl with Annie had left her beautiful red gown slightly damaged, but instead of sulking about it, she worked her magic with scissors and thread.

What was once a standard floor-length gown was now a masterpiece. A tasteful slit ran up her leg, adding a daring touch, and the back, now cut lower, gave it an unexpected but stunning elegance.

"Annie’s assistant may have tried to ruin my dress," she muttered with a smirk, "but jokes on her—I made it even better."

Chiqui, on the other hand, had no choice but to purchase a new gown since hers had been shredded beyond repair.

She had opted for a striking navy blue bodycon dress with platinum lines, sleeveless and hugging her curves in all the right places. It was bold, dazzling, and everything Chiqui stood for.

Cammy, however, had gone in a completely different direction. Where her friends embraced sparkle and glamor, she had chosen understated elegance. A sleeveless black skater mini dress draped her figure perfectly.

It was backless, the neckline low enough to hint at her cleavage without being over the top. The real magic lay in the details—rhinestone embellishments on the neckline that subtly caught the light, adding a whisper of shimmer rather than an overpowering glare.

Her hair was styled in a chic, messy bun, with a few curled strands cascading down to frame her face. Her makeup remained neutral, with soft pink lips that balanced sophistication and simplicity.

The final touch? Black multi-strap pointed stiletto heels, also adorned with rhinestones that tied the whole look together.

When the three of them stood before the full-length mirror in Cammy’s room, they took a moment to admire themselves.

"Damn," Chiqui whistled, turning to Eve. "I still can’t believe you turned that dress into something even hotter. You’re basically a fashion designer at this point."

Eve smirked, adjusting the slit to show just a bit more leg. "I told you, when life gives you lemons, you cut a damn slit and make it work."

Cammy laughed, shaking her head as she grabbed her clutch. "I just hope I don’t look too plain standing next to you two. You both look like you’re about to steal the spotlight."

"Excuse you?" Eve placed her hands on her hips. "You look stunning! That dress is giving major ’mysterious yet sophisticated goddess’ energy. And let’s be real, Greg won’t be able to take his eyes off you."

Chiqui nodded in agreement. "Yeah, honestly, I think you’re going to break the man tonight. He’s not going to know what hit him."

Before Cammy could respond, the doorbell rang.

The girls exchanged looks before Chiqui, grinning mischievously, sauntered over to open the door. Standing there were Greg and Harry, dressed in their finest tuxedos, looking sharp, polished—and utterly unprepared for what they were about to see.

The moment their eyes landed on the trio, both men froze. Their jaws dropped in unison, eyes widening as if they had just witnessed celestial beings descend to Earth.

Greg, who had walked in with his usual air of confidence, suddenly found himself completely at a loss for words. His gaze was locked on Cammy, scanning her from head to toe, drinking in every detail of her dress, the way it hugged her just right.

The shimmer of the rhinestones catching the light, the delicate yet sultry way her hair framed her face. His mouth opened slightly, then closed, as if his brain had short-circuited.

"Holy... shit," Harry finally muttered under his breath, blinking rapidly as if trying to reboot his system. His eyes darted between the three women before settling on Eve, who smirked at his reaction. "You—you look—"

"Like a damn queen," Chiqui finished for him, flipping her hair dramatically. "Yes, yes, we know. You two look like you just saw ghosts."

Greg, still unable to fully process what he was witnessing, finally cleared his throat, struggling to regain composure.

"Cammy... you..." He paused, then exhaled deeply before running a hand through his hair. "You are absolutely breathtaking."

Cammy, never one to blush easily, felt heat creep up her neck. She waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, please. It’s just a simple dress."

Greg stepped closer, his voice dropping lower. "No, it’s not just a simple dress. It’s—" He exhaled again, shaking his head with a small smile. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now."

Eve and Chiqui exchanged a glance before both of them groaned. "Oh God, Greg, not here," Eve said, covering her face. "Save the poetic love confessions for later. You’re making us cringe, ew!"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "I feel like I should be concerned for Greg’s well-being tonight. If he looks at you any longer, he might pass out."

Greg shot him a glare but didn’t deny it. Instead, he turned back to Cammy and, in a rare moment of surrender, simply said, "You win."

Cammy raised an eyebrow. "I win what?"

Greg smirked. "Everything."

Chiqui groaned dramatically. "Okay, okay! Enough with the sexual tension! We have a gala to attend, people!"

Eve clapped her hands together. "Agreed! Let’s go before Greg combusts right here in the apartment."

Greg narrowed his eyes at her. "You know, you talk a lot for someone who just spent the last five minutes watching Harry drool over you."

Eve gasped, eyes widening. "Excuse you! Harry does not drool over me—"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I absolutely do," he dared utter.

Eve choked on air as Chiqui burst out laughing. "Let’s just go before someone actually dies from embarrassment."

With that, the group made their way to the car, their night just beginning, the gala awaiting them—completely unaware of the chaos, drama, and surprises that still lay ahead.