How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )

Chapter 52

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Kylan was taken aback by Jensen’s rebuttal. Believing that Jensen’s loss had put him in a foul mood, Kylan. brushed it off and said, “I don’t want anything to do with that hussy. I’d better avoid her.”

“Really?” Suddenly, Gilda’s cold voice came from behind Kylan, which frightened him.

He turned to look at Gilda and said, “Why were you walking so quietly?”

“I’m here. What do you want to ask?” Gilda asked. She stood still with her arms folded, and the oppression in her eyes remained unchanged. Obviously, she had heard Kylan scold her.

Jensen just stood aside quietly. Although he didn’t look at Gilda directly, he inadvertently glanced at her

several times.

For some reason, he was in a bad mood right now.

“Well, I’m not interested in a woman like you. Don’t appear in front of me. Go find your sugar daddy.” Kylan waved his hand with contempt.

Gilda stepped forward, and her commanding presence caused Kylan to instinctively take a few steps back. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a chatterbox of secrets?”

still Kylan suddenly became angry and shouted, “How dare you! Since you’ve divorced Jensen, why are you showing up in front of him and intervening in his business? I’ve seen a lot of tricky bitches like you. How dare you satirize me? It’s so funny.”

At this moment, the cleaner pushed the cleaning cart past. Gilda picked up a basin of sewage that had been used to clean the ground and poured it straight on Kylan.

Kylan donned a pristine white linen suit that day. Regrettably, after being splashed with grubby water, his suit’s color shifted, leaving an outline of his form visible. The wet shirt clung to his chest, revealing the contours of his nipples, while the fabric of his pants adhered to his figure in a similarly conspicuous

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He looked embarrassed. This was worse than being naked and showing his body to everyone.

Kylan, with one hand, attempted to conceal his upper body, while the other hand remained insufficient in shielding his lower half. The result of his disconcerted efforts was a display that stirred up amusement among those present.

“Gilda! How dare you splash water on me!” Kylan shouted in anger..

“Maybe you should call me sugar daddy,” Gilda said and took out the checkbook from her handbag. Then she quickly signed her name, walked up to Kylan, and stuffed a cheque into his collar. “Fill in the numbers yourself. I’ll pay for the clothes and your humiliation,” said Gilda.

“Next time I hear you gossip me, I won’t let you go so easily,” she warned. Then Gilda left proudly.

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Kylan picked up the cheque and saw that no figures were filled in, but Gilda’s name was signed on it.

He turned to Jensen and asked, “Is that woman crazy? How can I meet people like this?”

Jensen said with a cold face, “You deserve it.”

Then he took off his coat and threw it in Kylan’s face.

Kylan hurriedly covered his waist with Jensen’s coat, and looked at the two people who both left him, shouting, “Hey! Why are you leaving? I am so unlucky!”

After Gilda returned to the company, she checked the work of the Investment Project Department in recent days. She found that there were several significant returns due to Dillan’s participation.

Now it seemed to be the right choice for Gilda to let Dillan stay in the Investment Project Department.

Dillan had a keen instinct for venture capital since he was younger. He started his own venture capital company when he owned his first stock.

At the age of fifteen, Dillan had garnered fame for his accomplishments. It was Carl who compelled Dillan to independently study enterprise management, driven by a concern that Dillan might be consumed by his prosperity; with that nudge, Dillan’s trajectory took a different shape, possibly leading him down an alternate path.

After confirming all the statements, Gilda got off work.

As soon as she arrived at the gate, a red sports car stopped beside her.

Dillan got out of the car. This time, instead of carrying roses, he was holding a delicate box.

Dillan’s eyes were affectionate, and he smiled brightly. “We meet again,” he said gently.

Gilda raised her watch and was about to say something.

“Refusing on account of work is not a valid explanation, as it’s currently not working hours.” Dillan’s demeanor was earnest, suggesting that he remained apprehensive due to Gilda’s earlier reprimand.

Gilda looked at her watch and found it was past six.

“You can’t block your boss during working hours. Do you think you can do so after work?” Gilda asked.

Dillan swallowed with fear and said, “I know you are not a bad–tempered person. Is there any misunderstanding between us?”