My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 101: Brutal Demand

Chapter 101: Brutal Demand

Grace and Duncan’s lawyer, Randolf Evans, agreed to meet at Grace’s law firm to negotiate the terms of the divorce. Cammy arrived early, accompanied by Greg, her steps deliberate but her hands clenched at her sides.

Grace greeted her with a smirk, her confidence unwavering. "Are you ready to fight back and make your voice heard, Cammy?"

Cammy nodded, but the stiffness in her posture and the forced curve of her lips betrayed her nerves.

Sensing her unease, Greg gently took hold of her arms, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "Relax," he murmured. "You and Grace have gone over this a dozen times. You know what to say. You can do this. Think about your future. Think about Dylan."

Cammy inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly as she shook out her hands, forcing the tension from her body. Her expression hardened with resolve. "I can do this. No, I will do this. For Dylan. For myself."

"In case that bastard loses control again, just scream, and I’ll be there in seconds," Greg muttered, he sounded on the edge with a quiet but deadly promise.

Grace chuckled at his intensity. "Relax, bodyguard. After Duncan’s little display yesterday, I’ve arranged for two security personnel to be inside the meeting room as a precaution. Randolf was informed and had no choice but to agree." She flashed a confident smile before turning to Cammy. "Let’s go."

With a deep breath, Cammy nodded and followed Grace into the room where Duncan and Attorney Evans were already waiting.

Greg remained outside, lowering himself into one of the chairs lining the hallway. He pulled out his phone and quickly fired off a message to Harry.

Greg: [The meeting between Duncan and Cammy has started. I won’t make it to the afternoon meetings. Cover for me with Ethan.]

Harry: [Got it. Also, an update just came in about the investigation at the port. Sending it now—take a look.]

A notification popped up. Greg opened the attached report, skimming it quickly. His lips curled into a smirk as he reached the end.

Greg: [Your men did well. Give them a bonus.]

Harry: [Absolutely. Told you they were fast. What’s the next move?]

Greg: [Expose the truth. Don’t bother with the police—someone will just pay them off. Leak it to the press. Not just one outlet—several. Make sure it hits the public before anyone can bury it.]

Harry: [Understood.]

Greg leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers against his knee as his gaze flicked back to the report. A quiet scoff escaped him.

’You think you can fool me?’ he mused darkly. ’Your moves are far too predictable.]

Inside the meeting room, Grace and Cammy strode confidently to their seats, settling across from Duncan and his lawyer, Randolf Evans. As Randolf extended a hand toward Grace in greeting, she barely spared him a glance before waving it away.

"No need for formalities, Randolf. We’re not strangers. Let’s get to the point," Grace said coolly, taking her seat.

Randolf smirked, unbothered by the dismissal. He pulled out a folder and slid it across the table toward her. "Since you’re in your business-as-usual mood, allow me to present our counteroffer. I must say, Grace, I’m impressed—quite the strategist you are. The way you twist things to your client’s favor is remarkable."

Grace slowly picked up the document, meeting his gaze with an icy smirk. "Oh, don’t flatter me, Attorney Evans. There’s no ’twisting’ here—just hard evidence. I don’t create the mess, Randolf. I simply gather the proof."

As she flipped through the pages, a flicker of disdain crossed her face. The images of Duncan’s infidelity that Cammy had submitted to her resurfaced in her mind. Over the years, she had seen countless cases of unfaithfulness, but Duncan’s escapades stood out—not just for the sheer audacity but for the high-profile names entangled in his betrayals.

Beside her, Cammy scanned the pages of Duncan’s demands. The moment her eyes landed on certain clauses, her expression darkened. She turned to Grace, her grip tightening on the document.

Grace took a pen, underlining the most outrageous items before sliding the paper toward Cammy. Cammy barely glanced at it before shaking her head, her fury barely contained.

With deliberate slowness, Grace flipped the document around and pushed it back toward Duncan and Randolf. She leaned in slightly, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.

"It seems my client strongly disagrees with these particular demands," she said, tapping the underlined portions with her pen. "We want them removed—immediately."

Her tone left no room for argument.

Randolf glanced at Duncan, who sat rigidly, his lips pressed into a thin line. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

"Wow, Grace, that’s quite the list. Just to clarify the key points—your client is outright rejecting shared custody of their son. She’s also refusing the vacation home as part of alimony. Third, she won’t grant Duncan her voting rights in her father’s company. And lastly, she is declining my client’s request to have half of the twins’ ashes so he can place them in the family columbarium."

Randolf exhaled sharply, spreading his hands in exasperation. "Come on, Grace. We can negotiate the rest, but these four? They’re brutal. Can’t there be some compromise? My client is still the father, after all."

Grace remained unfazed, her gaze unwavering. "And I acknowledge that, Randolf. Here’s what we’ll do—we’ll pause for now so I can go over these points with my client one more time. I have my own list of terms, and I suspect they’ll counter yours. Let’s review everything and finalize this properly."

Randolf considered for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough. Can we reconvene this afternoon? I’d prefer to wrap this up today."

"That works," Grace agreed, slipping the documents back into her folder. "We’ve already outlined our stance, so we’ll just make the necessary adjustments. See you this afternoon."

With that, she shot Cammy a knowing look and gestured for her to follow her out of the room.

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