Chapter 75: So Manipulative
Cammy frowned, her gaze fixed on the velvet box, hesitant to open it.
Greg, growing impatient, reached over, opened the box himself, and pulled out the contents. "This is yours now," he said, holding up the contents of it.
Her eyes widened in shock. "A car key? You’re providing me with a car? That’s too much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with protest.
"It’s not a luxury car, so don’t worry," Greg replied calmly. "It’s just a standard sedan—nothing flashy, to keep things low-profile. I figured you might not want a driver or bodyguard chauffeuring you everywhere, which is why I’m giving this to you. But for your safety, your bodyguards will still follow in a convoy."
Cammy hesitated for a moment, debating whether to take the car key or not. Finally, she accepted it, earning a satisfied smile from Greg.
"Good girl..." he murmured in a low, teasing tone, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
Cammy arched an eyebrow but decided to ignore his remark, especially since Dylan was present. She reached for a piece of bread and was about to grab the plate of eggs when Greg swiftly picked it up first.
"How many do you want?" he asked, poised to serve her.
"Just one," she replied.
"How about some ham?" Greg asked, continuing his impromptu breakfast service.
"Also, just one," Cammy replied again.