My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 167: That Dress

"Who the hell are you calling Cammy?" Chiqui asked, her eyes never leaving the road as she gripped the steering wheel. "You’ve been dialing that number non-stop since lunch."

"My mom," Cammy sighed, her frustration can be felt in every syllable. "I’ve been trying to reach her since Monday. Calls, texts—nothing. She’s completely ignoring me. Not a single response, not even a missed call. I don’t know what else to do. Should I just fly there?"

Eve, lounging in the back seat, arched a brow. "Honestly? Yes. After everything she pulled, you need to confront her face-to-face."

Chiqui nodded in agreement. "You don’t have anything urgent in the Cross Mart project right now. Why not take a leave and go?"

"I wish it were that simple," Cammy muttered. "Harry and Mila have been training me, and it’s no walk in the park. After seeing everything Harry has to juggle for Greg, I honestly have no idea how that man is still breathing. He’s even trying to convince Greg to hire an administrative assistant just to help me and Mila keep up."

Chiqui shot her a quick glance. "So what’s your plan?"

Cammy exhaled, rubbing her temples. "I’ll push through with the gala and Dylan’s checkup this weekend. Then we’ll go see my parents. But I wish I could talk to my mother before that."

"Speaking of parents," Eve suddenly piped up, her expression shifting. "Greg’s supposed to take you to meet his family, right? Wait... isn’t that tonight?"

Cammy shook her head. "No, it got pushed to Saturday night. Both Greg and his dad suddenly had ’urgent meetings.’ To tell you the truth, I’m relieved. I’m not ready to meet his entire family just yet."

Eve frowned. "Why not? Are they horrible to you or something?"

"It’s not that. I met his father and stepmother once," Cammy hesitated, biting her lip. "I just have a bad feeling about it."

Eve shrugged. "Then don’t go."

"I wish it were that easy," Cammy admitted. "But Greg... he doesn’t have a great relationship with them, and for him to ask me to be there? That means something. It’s a big deal. If my presence can give him even the slightest bit of support, then that’s the least I can do for him."

The moment they arrived at the mall, the three women moved like a well-oiled machine, darting from one boutique to another, their eyes scanning every boutique with urgency. freeweɓnovel.cøm

They had already mapped out their shopping route online, determined to find the perfect dresses without wasting a second.

"Try that red dress, Cammy. I swear, it’ll look stunning on you," Eve urged, pointing at a striking gown displayed on the rack.

Cammy hesitated, tilting her head as she pulled the dress out for a closer look. "Red? Hmm..." She ran her fingers over the fabric, its bold hue almost too daring for her liking.

"It’s gorgeous, but I don’t think I should wear something this... attention-grabbing at the gala. I’ll be introduced as Greg’s new executive assistant—I don’t want all eyes on me just yet. Plus, this price tag is ridiculous. I’d probably only wear it once."

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Chiqui gasped, suddenly digging into her bag. She pulled out a sleek black card and handed it to Cammy with wide eyes. "Greg told me to give this to you after our meeting earlier. He said to read the letter before buying anything."

Cammy unfolded the note tucked beside the card and read aloud:

"Use this card to pay for everything you, Eve, and Chiqui want. Dinner included. Get the most beautiful dress you love. There’s no limit—don’t even think about the price. If you like it, buy it."

A stunned silence fell over the group. They stared at each other, jaws slack with disbelief.

"Wait... Us too?" Eve was the first to break the stillness. "The boss is paying for our outfits too?"

"Looks like it," Cammy said, smirking.

Chiqui fanned herself dramatically, still struggling to process Greg’s generosity. "Are we really allowed to do this?" she asked, glancing between Cammy and the card as if it might vanish.

Cammy’s smirk widened as she suddenly shoved the red dress into Eve’s hands. "You try it. You love it, don’t you? It should be yours."

Eve blinked in surprise. "But what about you?"

"I’ll find something," Cammy assured her with confidence. "Now go. Try it on."

Grinning from ear to ear, Eve clutched the dress and hurried toward the fitting rooms, with Chiqui right behind her, snagging a gown of her own. That left Cammy alone, her eyes still searching for something that truly spoke to her.

Then, she saw it.

A breathtaking beige off-shoulder gown, shimmering under the boutique lights, every inch of it adorned with delicate sequins. She lifted it carefully, admiring the way it sparkled in her hands. A slow smile spread across her lips.

’I found it.’

"I want that one."

The words sent a chill down Cammy’s spine. She turned her head and saw the sales associate rushing over, looking almost... nervous.

"Miss, will you be purchasing this dress?" the woman asked hesitantly. "It’s our last piece, and a VIP client has requested it."

Cammy wasn’t one to cause trouble. She was about to let it go—until she turned and saw exactly which VIP was eyeing her dress.

Her gaze locked onto Annie.

The woman stood tall, her eyes filled with smug entitlement, as if she had already claimed the gown as hers.

Cammy’s expression hardened. Without breaking eye contact, she smoothly handed Greg’s black card to the sales associate.

"I’m buying it. Charge it to this card."

"B-But you haven’t even tried it on, Miss," the saleswoman stammered.

"Doesn’t matter," Cammy said, her voice dripping with cool confidence. "If it doesn’t fit, I’ll donate it... to someone less fortunate. Like her."

She gestured toward Annie with an almost lazy flick of her wrist, palm up, as if offering a mere scrap to a beggar.

Annie’s face turned crimson with rage.

Cammy smirked and turned on her heel, heading toward the fitting rooms feeling victorious—

Until she wasn’t.

A sharp yank at her hair sent a shock of pain through her scalp, forcing her backward.

"Argh! Ahh!" Cammy let out a startled scream, her hand still clutching the dress as she stumbled.

Annie wasn’t done.

Her grip was tight, her fury seething as she pulled harder.

And she had no intention of letting go.