Chapter 157: One Step Ahead
Grace arrived just as the food was delivered to Greg’s office, wasting no time as she stepped inside. Her expression was serious, her posture stiff—she clearly meant business.
Cammy, who was setting the food and drinks on the coffee table, looked up and offered a small smile. "I hope you like Chinese rice boxes," she greeted, trying to lighten the mood.
Grace barely hesitated. "Yes, I do. It’s actually the best choice for today. We need to get straight to the point." She grabbed a box, sat on the sofa, and motioned for Cammy to do the same. "Let’s eat quickly."
Cammy furrowed her brows. "Are you sure you don’t want to talk while eating?" she asked, sensing the urgency in Grace’s tone.
"No, Cammy," Grace said firmly. "I don’t think you’ll have the appetite once you hear what I have to say. Let’s get this over with first."
A heavy silence filled the room as Cammy nodded and quietly ate, her mind already bracing for whatever storm Grace was about to bring.
As soon as they finished lunch, Grace wasted no time. She pulled out a thick folder filled with documents her team had compiled and spread them across the table in front of Cammy.
Cammy’s fingers trembled as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening with every sentence. Gasp after gasp escaped her lips, the weight of the words sinking into her chest like stones.
Her breath hitched as she slammed the final document onto the table. "How is this even possible, Grace?!" she cried, her voice shaking with rage and disbelief. "Haven’t they done enough? Is destroying my life not enough for them? Now they want to ruin Dylan’s too?" Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Grace exhaled heavily, her heart aching for her friend. She stood, moved to Cammy’s side, and took her hands in a firm but comforting grip. "I’m so sorry, Cammy. I knew Duncan was ruthless, but your own mother?" She shook her head, her expression dark. "This isn’t just betrayal—it’s cruelty at its finest. Lowkey modern torture."
Cammy clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "There has to be a way to stop this. I can’t let them take control of my shares, and I sure as hell won’t let them gain guardianship over Dylan and me. And my mother—how could she just hand over authority of her and my father’s shares so easily? What the hell is she thinking?!"