<h4>Chapter 172: G Night</h4>


    Harry arrived with Eve and Chiqui at the Fortune Grand Hotel, the venue for the highly anticipated Cross Tech Annual G. The grand event shimmered with luxury, and guests in their finest attire moved gracefully through the entrance.


    Meanwhile, Greg made his entrance with Cammy, drawing the attention of the employees, executives, shareholders, and the press who had been eagerly awaiting Greg’s arrival.


    A collective gasp swept through the crowd when Greg stepped out of the driver’s seat instead of a chauffeur. With effortless charm, he strode to the other side, opening the door and extending his hand like a true gentleman.


    Cammy hesitated only for a second before cing her hand in his, allowing him to help her step gracefully from the car.


    Murmurs erupted among the guests as Greg linked Cammy’s hand through his arm, guiding her toward the grand staircase leading to the hotel’s main entrance.


    The press surged forward, eager to capture the moment, but Greg and Cammy’s bodyguards swiftly intercepted them, keeping them at bay.


    "Whew! I thought you were going to let them take pictures of us all night," Cammy whispered, relieved.


    Greg smirked, leaning in slightly. "I wanted to give them a little bit of something to talk about. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. But I also know we need to be careful... at least for now."


    Cammy squeezed his arm, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. "We’ll get there. I promise."


    Their moment was short-lived as they stepped into the grand ballroom, where Greg was immediately swarmed by a sea of executives, shareholders, and clients.


    The crowd’s eagerness to speak with him physically pushed Cammy aside despite Greg’s effort to keep hold of her. She caught his eye and gestured that she would go find Eve and Chiqui, since Harry was also caught up in conversation.


    "Wow, these two are like celebrities here," Chiqui observed, watching themotion.


    Eve smirked. "Well, enjoy your freedom now. Once your promotion is announced, you’ll be just like them—mobbed by your employees withints and rants."


    Cammy and Chiqui burst intoughter, their brief moment of lightness a wee reprieve from the formal atmosphere.


    Soon, the host took the stage, calling for everyone to take their seats as the programmenced.


    Greg delivered his speech with his usualmanding presence, highlighting thepany’s achievements over the past year andying out ambitious ns for the future. His words were met with apuse and admiration.


    Next came the much-anticipated announcement of promotions. As expected, Chiqui Inoue was named the new Emerce Department Manager, and Harry Parker was promoted to Chief Financial Officer.


    Harry took the stage, offering a heartfelt speech of gratitude toward thepany, the executives, and Greg. He promised dedication and innovation, outlining some of his ns for the future, and earning cheers and apuse from the attendees.


    After the award ceremony and an exquisite dinner, the event transitioned into an open mingling session. The dance floor was opened and drinks were flowing for everyone to enjoy.


    Greg whispered to Cammy before he stood up after finishing his dinner, "Stay close to me. I want to slowly introduce you to whoever will approach me as my new Executive Assistant."


    "Sure, I will. This is making me nervous," Cammymented.


    "Rx, it’s a fun night. It’s just an introduction, I will not make you work. I just want to let them know that you’re not only my new Executive Assistant but also my date. Hopefully, they notice that I am so into you, that they won’t try to match me with their daughters, sisters, or cousins.


    Cammy chuckled at hisst words, knowing that there must be a lot of people who wanted Greg to be their family member.


    Cammy’sughter was cut short when her eyesnded on a familiar face.


    Richard arrived fashionablyte, his sharp gaze sweeping through the room beforending on Greg. As he approached, recognition flickered in his eyes when he saw Cammy.


    "Ah, we’ve met before, haven’t we? At the school event," Richard said, tilting his head slightly.


    Greg nodded. "Dad, this is Cammy Watson, my new Executive Assistant."


    Richard studied her intently, his brows knitting together in thought. Before Cammy could respond, Aarya, Richard’s wife, suddenly gasped.


    "I know where I’ve seen you before," Aarya murmured. "You were in the news. You’re the wife of Duncan Veston."


    A cold hush fell over the small group as Richard’s expression darkened. His gaze turned steely, his jaw tightening.


    "Are you the daughter of Monica Watson?" Richard asked, his voice sharp, and controlled.


    Cammy hesitated before nodding. "Yes, I am."


    A sh of anger crossed Richard’s face, though he kept hisposure, unwilling to make a scene. Then, in an audacious disy of gall, he turned to Greg and asked, "Have you slept with her yet?"


    Cammy’s eyes widened in shock, while Aarya gasped, horrified by her husband’sck of decorum. Greg stiffened, his face dark with barely restrained fury.


    "Dear, I don’t think that’s an appropriate question," Aarya said gently, attempting to defuse the tension. "They are adults—"


    "Shut up!" Richard snapped, his temper ring before turning his focus back on Cammy. "Do not sleep with him until youe and see me. Cammy, there’s something you need to know. If you want the truth,e to the mansion tomorrow night."


    Without waiting for a response, Richard grabbed Aarya’s arm and stormed off, leaving Cammy and Greg stunned.


    The tension hung thick in the air as Cammy tried to process his cryptic words, her heart pounding in her chest.


    Greg clenched his fists, barely containing the urge to go after Richard, while Aarya threw onest apologetic nce before disappearing with her husband.


    "What the hell was that about?" Greg muttered under her breath, her expression mirroring Cammy’s confusion.


    Cammy’s hands trembled slightly as she turned to Greg. "I... I don’t know. But I guess I’ll find out tomorrow."


    Greg exhaled sharply, his protective instincts ring. "You’re not going alone."


    Cammy looked up at him, seeing the concern etched in his eyes. Despite the tension, she foundfort in his presence. But the unanswered questions gnawed at her, leaving her uneasy.


    Tomorrow night she would surely go to him, she would get her answers—whether she was ready for them or not.