My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 300: The Grand Plan (1)

As the SUV pulled up in front of the orphanage’s admin building, Cammy, Jenna, and Lia immediately spotted something new—and impossible to miss.

Four shiny, sleek six-seater golf carts were neatly lined up like a small fleet, gleaming under the morning sun like they were posing for a magazine shoot.

Waiting on the steps were Sister Olivia and Manager Sarah, both grinning from ear to ear.

The moment the women stepped out of the SUV, Sarah practically skipped over to them, pointing with both hands at the carts like she was unveiling a surprise on a game show.

"Ta-da! Look! Aren’t they incredible?" Sarah gushed, practically bouncing on her toes.

Cammy blinked. "Whoa, they’re amazing! Where did these come from?"

"They just arrived—courtesy of your husband," Sister Olivia said with a knowing smile. "He called me the moment they were delivered.

Said he didn’t like the idea of his very pregnant wife walking all over this huge property while planning renovations. He thought you’d need something more... efficient. And comfortable."

Cammy’s mouth fell open slightly, her cheeks instantly blooming with color. "Oh my goodness... he didn’t tell me anything about this."

Jenna, Lia, and even their assistant Hanna gasped in unison, hands flying to their chests like a synchronized swoon squad.

"Okay, that is romantic with a capital R," Lia said, already snapping a picture of the carts like they were rare artifacts.

"I want a husband like that," Jenna chimed in, eyes wide with playful envy. "Actually, scratch that—I want one even more romantic, if that’s even humanly possible!"

Cammy laughed, flustered but undeniably touched. "Well... I guess we’re doing the tour in style today!"

"Absolutely," Sister Olivia said warmly, ushering them toward the carts. "Hop on, ladies. We’ve got a lot to see, and thanks to Mr. Cross, we’ll be doing it without breaking a sweat."

The women climbed into the carts, the energy buzzing with excitement as the engines hummed to life. The day was off to a dazzling start, and Greg’s thoughtful gesture had just turned it into something truly unforgettable.

Their first stop was the children’s housing quarters—Cammy’s top priority. She was determined to make sure the kids had a cozy, safe, and happy place to sleep every night.

As they stepped inside the main gate of the housing complex, Jenna looked around curiously. "So, how many kids are living here right now, Sister?"

"One hundred seventy-five," Sister Olivia answered proudly. "Sixty-five are boys. We have two buildings—one for the girls, one for the boys—but they’re conveniently connected by the shared kitchen and dining hall on the ground floor."

Lia whistled low, clearly impressed. "Wow. That’s a whole village of children."

Cammy’s mind was already ticking with ideas. "Okay, hear me out—what if we put the library on the second floor of the central building? That way, we don’t take up new ground space, and the kids can access it easily from either side."

Jenna nodded, flipping open her sketchpad. "That’s a smart move. Saves space and gives the library a nice, central location."

"And since each of the housing buildings already has three floors," Cammy continued, clearly on a roll, "we can make the middle building three floors, too. Then, on the rooftop, we can build a vegetable garden! It’ll be educational and sustainable."

"Ooooh, a rooftop garden!" Lia clapped her hands, eyes lighting up. "Yes! I love it! Imagine the kids planting tomatoes and herbs—so wholesome." noveldrama

"Great idea, Cammy," Jenna said, already penciling in some notes. "Now, that would leave the third floor of that middle building completely open. What do you want to do with all that space?"

Cammy paused, then her eyes sparkled. "It’s a big area, so maybe we can divide it into fun and learning zones? Like an arts and crafts room, a music room, a cozy TV room, maybe even a little playroom for the younger kids. That way, there’s something for everyone."

She turned to Sarah and Sister Olivia. "What do you think? Is that something that could work here?"

Sarah beamed. "Absolutely! I love it. We could organize weekly movie nights, give the kids an hour of TV time each day, and fill the rest with creativity and play. It’ll keep them entertained and help develop their talents. Plus, it’ll make rainy days so much more fun!"

"Exactly!" Cammy grinned, hands on her hips like a general commanding a joyful mission. "This isn’t just about walls and furniture—it’s about giving these kids the kind of environment that sparks joy, imagination, and hope."

Lia elbowed Jenna playfully. "Okay, I think I’m going to cry. Can we live here too?"

Everyone laughed as they made their way back to the carts, hearts full and minds buzzing with inspiration. The transformation was already taking shape—not just in blueprints, but in spirit.

"What about the kids’ bedrooms?" Lia asked as they made their way through the hallway, already jotting ideas on her tablet. "What’s the plan for those spaces?"

"Oh, those just need a bit of love," Cammy replied cheerfully. "A fresh coat of paint, new beds, brighter lights, and definitely some replacement windows where they’re cracked. The structure’s solid—it just needs some sprucing up."

"And the bathrooms?" Jenna added.

"Same deal," Cammy nodded. "The layout actually works well. It’s just tired and needs a good refresh—new tiles, working plumbing, better ventilation, and maybe some cute, colorful touches."

"I’m guessing the kitchen and dining area fall into the same category?" Jenna asked, flipping to a new page in her notebook.

"Actually, I was planning something different for that," Cammy said with a mysterious little smile. "I’ve already asked a friend of mine to talk to you both, he’s an expert in kitchen and dining layout and design. You might’ve heard of him... Ricardo Rossi? Ring any bells?"

Lia immediately gasped and clutched her chest like she’d just won the lottery. "OH. MY. GOD. You’re joking! You have to be joking! Ricardo Rossi, the celebrity slash entrepreneur chef?"

Cammy blinked innocently. "Nope. I’m serious. He’s a close friend."

Lia spun toward Jenna, barely containing herself. "Did you hear that?! Jenna, your dream husband is coming!"

"Lia!" Jenna yelped, pinching her cousin sharply on the side.

"Ow! Worth it! You definitely have a crush on him!" Lia giggled, rubbing her ribs. "You’re blushing!"

"She’s exaggerating," Jenna said, clearly trying to regain her composure but failing miserably. "I just—okay, fine, I had a tiny crush on him back when he was on The Chef Showdown. But who didn’t? The man is basically a walking daydream with a knife set."

Lia snorted with laughter. "A tiny crush? Girl, you cried when the show ended."

Jenna swatted her playfully, groaning. "Can we not tell my life story in front of everyone?"

Cammy grinned, teasing, "So... will it be awkward when he shows up later with lunch and takes a quick tour of the kitchen?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Jenna froze—jaw dropping, face paling like she’d seen a ghost.

Lia couldn’t hold it in anymore. She doubled over laughing, wiping tears from her eyes. "Oh my gosh, her face! This is going to be so good. I need popcorn!"

Cammy laughed along, already anticipating the fun. "Well, better prepare your heart, Jenna. He’s coming armed with gourmet lunch and that award-winning smile."

Jenna groaned dramatically, covering her face. "This is either going to be the best day of my life—or a total disaster."

"And either way," Lia said with a wink, "I am living for it."