My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 169: Courage

Grace raised an eyebrow as she turned to face Randolf. "Ah, Randolf. I should’ve known you’d be the one Annie would call."

Annie perked up at that, her savior had finally arrived. She wiped her tears as if she hadn’t been sobbing like a soap opera actress five seconds ago.

"Yes! I was assaulted, Officer. These three women—they ganged up on me! And then—" she pointed at Eve, "—she attacked my assistant! And that one—" she motioned to Chiqui, "—physically harmed my bodyguard!"

Greg pinched the bridge of his nose. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Harry, muttering under his breath, leaned toward Grace. "How much jail time do you think we’d get if we duct-taped Annie’s mouth shut? Asking for a friend."

Grace smirked but didn’t break her professional demeanor. "Let’s not get arrested for obstruction, Harry."

Randolf sighed dramatically after hearing what Harry and Grace were murmuring about. "Officer, file the charges. We will be taking legal action against—"

"No, you won’t," Grace interrupted smoothly.

Randolf narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

Grace took out her phone and did a few taps before showing it to the police officer. She turned her head to Annie and said, "It’s the 21st century my dear. Didn’t you think that even a small boutique would have a security camera installed?"

She then turned back to the police officer. "Security footage.** From the boutique.** Clearly showing Annie grabbing Cammy first, proving that she initiated the physical assault. My client was even facing back, and was not able to see the attack coming."

The officer, after glancing at the footage on his screen, let out a long sigh.

"Yeah... this looks pretty bad for Miss Tucker."

Annie’s face drained of color. "W-What?"

Grace smiled, shark-like. "So here’s what’s going to happen, Randolf. You’re going to withdraw any attempt at pressing charges, and we are all going to walk out of here like this never happened.

Or... I’ll personally make sure Annie’s assault charge gets filed, and she’ll be spending a lot more time in places worse than this holding area."

Randolf’s smirk faltered for the first time that night.

"Your move. Settlement or case?" Grace added.

Annie’s eye twitched. "Randolf, do something!"

Randolf sighed, rubbing his temple. "Fine. We’ll drop it."

Annie gasped. "What?! No! You can’t—"

"Annie," Randolf said in his best ’shut up before you make this worse’ tone. "Be quiet."

Annie fumed, but even she knew she lost.

The officer sighed in relief. "Alright, so Miss Tucker’s side will not file for any charges anymore. But with the security footage, this makes Miss Watson the victim."

Greg smirked, he wanted Annie to spend time in jail, even if it was just twenty-four hours as long as she gets a record, he will be happy with it.

God knows how he wanted to destroy Annie’s life just like how she destroyed his but then he had to postpone everything because of the baby. For now, he is allowing Annie to enjoy her life stress-free. But once the baby is out, he will surely make his moves.

The police officer turned to Cammy and asked her, "Miss Watson, would you like to file a case against Miss Tucker?"

Everyone’s eyes turned to Cammy, waiting for her reply. Greg’s side have all smug expressions on their faces while Annie’s side all have dark, sour expressions.

"No, I will not file any complaint... But, since she started it. I refuse to pay for any damages that the boutique has incurred. Annie should pay for it," Cammy stated firmly.

"What?!" Annie exclaimed but she was immediately silenced by Atty. Evans.

"Deal, I will personally coordinate with the boutique’s owner and we will make sure that every damage will be taken care of," Randolph confidently uttered.

The officer sighed in relief once again, happy that their work was done and would not be prolonged. "Alright, you’re all free to go. But next time, keep your fights outside the mall."

Cammy, Eve, and Chiqui shot each other triumphant grins as they stood up.

"Well, that was fun," Eve smirked, stretching.

Cammy exhaled, exhausted. "Let’s get out of here before Annie starts another drama scene."

As they walked out, Grace smirked at Randolf one last time. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Randolf grumbled. "I hate you."

"I know. Just like what they say, the more you hate, the more you love," Grace teased, she gave him one last smirk and a wink before leaving.

"Oh, crap!" she blurted out, smacking her forehead.

Everyone stopped and turned to her.

"What now?" Greg sighed, already bracing himself for another catastrophe.

"Your black card is still at the boutique!" Cammy exclaimed, eyes widening in panic. "We need to go back!"

Chiqui groaned, running a hand down her face. "Ugh, seriously?" Then she blinked and gasped. "Wait—my car is still at the mall too! Damn it, we really do have to go back!"

Greg let out a long, suffering sigh and rubbed his temples. "Fantastic. Looks like we’re taking a detour back to the crime scene."

Eve, however, was having none of it. She clutched her purse like a lifeline and dramatically shook her head.

"Yeah, no thanks. I’m tapping out. The mall is in the opposite direction of our apartment, and I need to wake up early to get Cassey ready for school. I am not walking back into that war zone tonight."

"Oh, if you’re not going with them, then I’ll drive you to your apartment. Come on, let’s go!"

Harry’s voice was calm, but the next thing Eve knew, his hand was already on her arm, guiding—no, practically dragging her toward his car.

"Wait—what?!" Eve squawked, digging her heels into the pavement. "Harry, what are you doing?!"

"I need to talk to you," he said smoothly, completely unfazed by her resistance. "So, I’m driving you home. Come on."

Eve whipped her head toward Cammy, silently screaming for help. Her eyes pleaded: ’Save me!’

Cammy, the traitor, just giggled and gave her an innocent little wave.

"Bye, girl! Have fun!" she chirped before linking arms with Chiqui and Grace heading toward Greg’s car.

Eve gaped as she was practically stuffed into Harry’s vehicle. "Wait—WHAT DO YOU MEAN HAVE FUN?! CAMMY, YOU BACKSTABBING LITTLE—"

The car door shut.

Cammy burst into uncontrollable laughter as Harry’s car smoothly rolled out of the parking lot.

Chiqui smirked. "Oh, she’s doomed."

"Looks like someone has finally had the courage to face his fears..." Greg commented before stepping into the driver’s seat.