My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 103: Alternate Plan

Chapter 103: Alternate Plan

Duncan spun on his heel, his fury barely contained as he stormed toward the door, ready to walk out and end this farce altogether. His breath was ragged, his hands clenched into fists. But just as he reached for the handle, Randolf’s firm grip caught his arm.

"Duncan, wait."

His voice was low but urgent, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Duncan turned sharply, his eyes blazing with frustration, but Randolf held his ground.

"Grace, could you give us a moment? I need to talk to my client," Randolf requested, his gaze locked onto hers, a silent plea visible in his eyes.

Grace studied him for a beat, then gave a slow nod. "Fine. Text me when you’re done. We’ll be in my office." She turned to Cammy and gave a subtle gesture. "Let’s go."

Without another glance at Duncan, the two women walked out of the meeting room, their heels clicking sharply against the floor—a sound that felt like a final nail in Duncan’s coffin.

Greg, who had been leaning against the wall outside, straightened the moment he saw them emerge. He raised an eyebrow at Cammy, his lips curling into a smirk. "Well, that was quite the spectacle. Judging by the shouting, I assume he didn’t take kindly to your... brutal demands?"

Cammy let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "What else do you expect? When you and Grace team up, you turn negotiations into a battlefield. I swear, you two make sure my demands are as agonizing as humanly possible."

Greg chuckled, clearly amused. "Guilty as charged."

Grace, however, remained focused. "Let’s wait in my office. If Randolf wants to avoid dragging this into court, he has a hell of a lot of convincing to do."

With that, she strode down the hall, her presence commanding, her mind already two steps ahead. Cammy and Greg exchanged glances before following, knowing that whatever happened next would determine the war’s final outcome.

When they arrived at Grace’s office, Greg gently caught Cammy’s arm, his expression thoughtful. "Cammy, have you given any thought to what you’ll do once Dylan is discharged from the hospital?"

Cammy let out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Good question. With everything going on, I haven’t really had the time to think about it. But judging by that look on your face, I’d say you already have something in mind."

Greg’s lips curled into a knowing smile. He had been contemplating this ever since Dylan’s accident, waiting for the right moment to bring it up. "Actually, I do. I was thinking... maybe you and Dylan should come stay at the mansion—"

Cammy’s mouth parted, ready to protest, but Greg was faster. Without hesitation, he gently placed a finger against her lips, silencing her before she could object. His gaze was steady, filled with quiet determination. He knew exactly what she was going to say—and he wasn’t about to let her shut him down so easily.

"Hep, hep! Hold on—just hear me out first," Greg interrupted before Cammy could protest. "If you stay in your apartment, Dylan will be stuck inside all day with only his caregiver and bodyguards for company. That’s boring as hell. You know he’ll just end up glued to his laptop until you come home from work."

He leaned in slightly, his tone coaxing. "But if you stay at the mansion, he’ll have other kids to play with. He can spend time in the garden whenever he wants. Come on, Cammy, just say yes. It’s only for a week. The doctor already said he can return to school after that, as long as he stays in a wheelchair until he’s fully recovered."

Greg gave her a pointed look, his voice softening. "You know the city air isn’t good for him right now. The mansion’s environment is so much better for his recovery—you know that in your heart. So, just this once, can you not argue with me? This isn’t about you, Cammy. This is about Dylan."

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, waiting for her response.

Cammy folded her arms and gazed up at the ceiling, biting her inner cheek as she considered his offer. The truth was, she had already been thinking about asking Greg if they could stay at the mansion. She hated the idea of leaving Dylan alone all day with only his caregiver and guards for company. She worried he’d feel isolated... or worse, lonely.

After a few moments, she exhaled and looked at Greg. "Alright, I accept. But only for a week. Once he’s back in school, we’re returning to our apartment—it’s closer anyway." She threw him a wink before turning on her heel to follow Grace into her office.

Greg barely contained his excitement. The moment she disappeared, his face split into a triumphant grin, and he pumped his fist in victory. "Yes!" he whispered under his breath, reveling in his small but satisfying win.

Back in the meeting room, Duncan paced furiously, his jaw clenched, his fists tightening and loosening at his sides as he struggled to rein in his temper before it erupted completely.

"You can’t let this happen, Randolf." His voice was sharp and full of frustration. "I worked my ass off to build everything I have. Half of my assets? That’s outrageous. And those other demands? Completely ridiculous!"

Randolf exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I hear you, Duncan, but what choice do we have? If we refuse to sign, this case will go to court. The press will be all over it, and once everything gets exposed, it won’t just be your reputation at stake—it’ll be your entire company."

Duncan let out a heavy breath, pressing a fist against his mouth while the other hand rested on his waist. His mind raced, weighing the risks, and the consequences... and then, a decision solidified. He turned sharply to Randolf, his expression dark with resolve.

"Do it. Go with our alternate plan. If this is going to court, then it’ll be me who takes her there—not the other way around. I’ll strike first before she even gets the chance."

Randolf studied him for a moment, measuring the weight of his words. "Are you absolutely sure about this? If that’s the path we take, I might be able to negotiate with Grace to keep the reason for the divorce private before we officially file."

Duncan’s eyes flickered with determination as he turned toward the window, hands firmly on his waist. His mind was already conjuring the storm that was about to unfold, already picturing Cammy’s fury when she realized what was coming.

"Do whatever it takes," he said coldly. "But I will not let her win."