My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 168: Unprovoked Attack

Cammy staggered backward, the sharp sting shooting through her scalp as Annie yanked her hair with all her strength.

"You bitch!" Annie snarled, her grip like a vice.

Cammy gritted her teeth, refusing to go down easily. With one swift move, she reached up, grabbed a fistful of Annie’s perfectly styled curls, and pulled back just as hard.

"Bitch huh? If I am a bitch, what do you call yourself then! You fucking whore! Let go, you psycho! " Cammy hissed, twisting Annie’s hair viciously.

They spun in a chaotic struggle, knocking into a clothing rack. Dresses tumbled to the floor as they stumbled, their grips tightening like two wildcats locked in battle.

The sales ladies screamed in horror, scrambling to get out of the way while watching their store get destroyed by two beautiful ladies.

Eve and Chiqui stepped out of the fitting rooms, still adjusting their dresses, after hearing the commotion.

"What the hell—" Eve froze, eyes widening at the sight of Cammy and Annie full-on brawling in the middle of the boutique.

"Are they Cammy and Annie Tucker? They are pulling each other’s hair!" Chiqui asked, blinking.

Eve cracked her knuckles. "That bitch got the nerves! I’ll give her what she deserves!"

Eve rushed in and pulled Annie’s arm but Annie’s personal assistant who approached the two at the same time, saw what Eve did so she tried to stop her by grabbing Eve’s wrist.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" Eve yelled at Annie’s assistant.

"Stop this right now!" the assistant exclaimed making Eve’s turn sour.

"Let’s go of my hand, you’re hurting me!" Eve yelled as she tried to wriggle her arm out of the assistant’s grasp.

But the assistant only tightened her grip causing Eve to turn furious.

"Don’t blame me, you’re asking for it!" Eve exclaimed before punching the assistant straight on her nose.

The assistant briskly lurched back but Annie’s towering bodyguard caught her in time before she fell to the ground.

The bodyguard stormed toward them. "Enough!" His deep voice boomed. "Break it up, ladies, or—"

Chiqui launched herself at him.

She kicked his shin so hard that he stumbled back with a grunt. "Or what, big guy?" she taunted. "Gonna hit a woman?"

The bodyguard growled in anger and pain, he reached for her, but Chiqui grabbed a mannequin’s detached arm and whacked him across the face.

Meanwhile, Cammy and Annie were still locked in combat, yanking and pulling, their breathing ragged.

"You think you can just waltz in here and take whatever you want?" Annie spat, shoving Cammy against a mirror.

"That’s rich, coming from a spoiled brat who stole someone else’s husband! At least I pay for what I take while you take and destroy families!" Cammy snapped back, managing to twist out of Annie’s grasp.

With a surge of strength, she shoved Annie onto the couch.

Annie shrieked as she tumbled backward, her designer heels flying off.

The assistant tried to rush to her boss’s side, but Eve grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back.

"Turning your back on me now? Don’t be rude," Eve said, smirking as she pinned the assistant against a clothing rack.

The furious bodyguard lunged at Chiqui again. But she was faster—grabbing a stiletto shoe off a display shelf and flinging it at his face.

*Smack*

The stiletto hit him right between the eyes.

He groaned, stumbling back once more.

The entire store was in chaos. Dresses were scattered across the floor, sales associates screamed in horror, and security alarms blared.

Cammy stood over Annie, still clutching the now destroyed beige sequined dress, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

The boutique was in shambles—dresses crumpled on the floor, mannequins toppled over, and one particularly expensive shoe still laying where it had been launched the bodyguard’s face.

"SECURITY! EVERYONE, HANDS IN THE AIR!"

Everyone stood frozen...

Cammy turned her head slowly to see six mall cops storming into the boutique, walkie-talkies crackling, batons in hand.

"Oh, shit," Eve muttered under her breath.

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Police Station–One hour later...

Cammy, Eve, and Chiqui were slumped against the wall, arms crossed, while the bodyguard sat beside them, his expression unreadable. The assistant, still shaken from her scuffle with Eve, muttered something under her breath every five seconds.

And then there was Annie...

Sobbing...

Wailing...

Putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar Award.

Her makeup had smudged, her mascara running down her cheeks, but instead of fixing it, she made sure every tear was on full display.

"I—I can’t believe I’m in a place like this," she choked out dramatically, dabbing at her already ruined face with a perfectly folded tissue. "I—I’m a victim! I was attacked, and now I’m being treated like a criminal!"

Eve groaned. "Oh my god, someone please get her a microphone. She’s about to start monologuing."

"She’s been monologuing even before we arrived here," Cammy muttered.

Before Annie could launch into another dramatic sob-fest, the station doors swung open.

Greg, Harry, and Grace walked in.

Greg looked furious, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto Cammy. Relief flooded his face.

Harry, on the other hand, looked like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or strangle someone. "I swear, only you three could turn a simple shopping trip into a full-scale riot."

Grace walked passed them and went straight to business. She was dressed in a perfectly tailored navy blue power suit. Her confidence radiated off her in waves as she walked in, her black leather briefcase swinging at her side.

"Good evening, Officer. I’m Grace Perez, their attorney." Her voice was calm but commanding, instantly demanding respect.

The officer at the desk barely had time to respond before the station doors swung open again.

"Not so fast."

A tall man strode in, exuding an air of power and arrogance. His hair was slicked back, his tailored charcoal suit was probably worth more than most people’s cars.

Attorney Randolf Evans.

"My client, Miss Annie Tucker, was clearly the victim of an unprovoked attack. I expect you to release her immediately and press charges against the real aggressors."

Cammy, together with Eve and Chiqui rolled their eyes as if it was choreographed.

"Unbelievable," Cammy muttered as she sighed hard.