How My Ex Became My Next

*N

90% 10:59

“You must do something for your Mom, sont Hello? Son?” Carol called out.

Before Carol could finish her words, Jensen hung up.

Carol was so angry that she wanted to smash her phone.

“Gilda, you bitch!” snapped Carol.

Carol was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and her abnormal behavior immediately attracted the attention of passersby.

With all eyes fixed on her, Carol was so embarrassed.

Suddenly, someone said lightly, “Mrs. Harrington…”

A beautiful woman in high heels approached Carol and greeted her. Her name was Linda Foy.

Carol didn’t remember anything about Linda. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked. “Who are you?”

Linda replied with a smile, “Mrs. Harrington, it doesn’t matter who I am. I know Gilda.”

When it came to Gilda, Carol suddenly became vigilant. She snorted, “Are you friends with that bitch. Gilda?*

Linda snapped, “Mrs. Harrington, you misunderstand. I just want to invite you to afternoon tea and talk to you about Gilda. Mrs. Harrington, are you going to accept my invitation?”

Carol vaguely sensed that Linda was up to no good but wanted to teach Gilda a lesson. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Therefore, Carol agreed, “Okay! Where are we going?”

Linda told Carol about the place and left with Carol.

After coming out of the spa, Gilda was in a surprisingly good mood.

Gilda used to put up with Carol immensely for Jensen, but now she could finally be herself.

When Gilda returned to the office, she proceeded to work on her busy schedule until it was time to go off duty.

“Eric, distribute these documents to the respective departments. They’ll be needed for tomorrow morning’s meeting. Gilda instructed and checked the time.

“Any other work today?” asked Gilda.

다 JMMM BBBBBBM

A

N

90% 10:59

Gilda had been working overtime almost all these days, and Eric could see the dark circles under her eyes, so he said, “Ms. Lynch, there’s no more urgent matters to attend to today. You really need to go home and

rest.”

?

Gilda shrugged and said nonchalantly, “It’s okay. I can take care of the work before I go home.”

Eric failed to persuade Gilda to come home now.

me non–urgent

So Eric silently put aside documents for the time being.

By the time Gilda was done, it was really late.

Only then did Gilda turn off her computer and leave the office.

Her car was parked on the far right of the parking lot on the first floor underground. Gilda found her car and got in it.

Then, she started the car.

Suddenly, a Lamborghini rushed out and stopped in front of Gilda’s car. Gilda sighed as she knew that not one but Jensen would do that.

Gilda looked toward the car in front of her car.

Jensen was looking at Gilda through the window.

He had been waiting for hours and had smoked two packs of cigarettes, and his car smelled of smoke. He really wasn’t used to this feeling of losing control of himself.

Looking at Jensen, Gilda didn’t give in but honked her car honk expressionlessly.

In response, Jensen slowly lowered the glass on the driver’s side.

He began, “I’ve been waiting for you so long. Can we talk?”

Gilda, sitting in the driver’s seat, clenched the steering wheel but remained unmoved. She refused, “Talking about what? What is there to talk about between us?”

Jensen pursed for a second and continued, “Don’t take to heart what my mother said about you afternoon.”

this

So that was the thing.

Gilda wasn’t surprised that Carol went back to her boy and wailed again.