Chapter 108: The Smartest Move
"Greg, please, let him go!" Cammy’s voice trembled as she clung to his arm, her desperation slicing through the tension like a blade.
But Greg was deaf to her pleas. His fury was a storm, unchecked and merciless, as his fist crashed into Duncan’s face once more. The sickening thud echoed through the office, each blow fueled by an anger so raw it was almost tangible.
Cammy tightened her grip, pressing herself against him, her voice now barely above a whisper. "Greg, baby... please. Take me away from here."
And just like that, it was as if the world had stopped.
Greg’s fist, poised to strike again, froze in midair. Her words, her voice—a soft, delicate plea—washed over him like a spell, breaking through the haze of his wrath. His breath hitched, and in an instant, his gaze shifted from Duncan’s bruised face to Cammy’s tear-streaked one.
The moment shattered as footsteps thundered toward them—her bodyguards, and the building’s security, all rushing to intervene. But they were too late.
Greg released Duncan without another thought as if the man no longer existed. Instead, he pulled Cammy into his arms, wrapping her in the only sanctuary he knew—himself.
She melted into him, her sobs quiet yet relentless, her face buried in his chest, where she could hear the steady, strong rhythm of his heart. The world outside could fall apart, but here, in his embrace, she was safe.
As Greg gently patted Cammy’s back, his gaze flickered downward—and then it froze. There, discarded carelessly on the floor, was her ruined lacy underwear. The sight of it, a cruel reminder of what had transpired before he arrived, sent a fresh wave of rage surging through him. But he swallowed it down. This wasn’t the time.