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

Chapter 8

Gilda was reluctant. She had resigned so she didn’t have to do this.

Besides, Madeleine asked her in a commanding tone, which made her very uncomfortable.

However, she hadn’t got her ID card back and it might be her last time doing this for Jensen, so she thought that she could take the opportunity to ask him for her ID card.

Therefore, she took a deep breath and said, “OK, I got it.”

“Well, thank you,” Madeleine said and left.

Madeleine seemed gentle during pregnancy, but her confidence as a rich girl still overshadowed Gilda.

In the past, with the Lynch family behind her, she was better than Madeleine in every way. But a few years later, it was the other way around.

The huge difference made her mind go blank. She was stunned for a moment before she picked up and went to the tea room to make coffee.

Jensen’s favorite was black coffee with three pumps of syrup and less milk.

herself

While she was making coffee, the meeting ended and everyone started coming out of the room. Since Jensen was not there, she knew that he must have gone to his office.

Gilda knocked on the door of the CEO’s office with coffee in her hand.

“Come in.” Instead of Jensen’s cold voice, she heard Madeleine’s soft voice. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Gilda’s hand trembled and she nearly spilled the coffee.

Having hesitated for a long time, she braced herself to push the door open.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Madeleine sitting on Jensen’s lap and putting her arms around his

neck.

Although Gilda was prepared for this, she still felt that her heart ached a lot when she saw this.

Madeleine seemed a little embarrassed to be interrupted by her.

“Just put it down and you can go.” Madeleine’s gentle voice brought Gilda back to her senses.

Gilda slowly raised her head and looked Jensen in the eyes from a distance.

The coldness in his eyes seemed to swallow her up like a blizzard.

At the moment, her instinct told her that he did this on purpose.

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He knew that Gilda would come to him and he let her see him with Madeleine on purpose to humiliate her.

“Ms. Lynch Madeleine looked at her since she didn’t move.

Gilda nodded, put the coffee on the table, and turned around as if she wanted to get out of there quickly. However, she stopped after walking a few steps.

Hearing their affectionate words, she couldn’t help thinking about how Jensen flirted with Madeleine.

Gilda’s legs were weak and she braced herself not to fall.

However, her behavior seemed to have annoyed Madeleine, who thought that Gilda was bothering her and Jensen. She asked. “Is there anything else, Ms. Lynch?

Gilda finally plucked up the courage to turn around again and said, “Well… Mr. Harrington took something very important from me. I want him to give it back to me.”

The office of two thousand square feet fell silent in an instant.

The piles of papers on the desk couldn’t block the two people in the chairs. Wearing a white shirt with an open collar, Jensen had a pink hickey on his neck, and his eyes were horribly red.

“Really? What is it?”

Hearing her words, Madeleine was curious and held Jensen’s arm tighter. “Why did you take your secretary’s stuff, Jensen?”

“It’s nothing,” Jensen replied. He grabbed Madeleine’s forearm and held her in his arms. From Gilda’s viewpoint, the two of them snuggled close together.

Gilda pursed her lips and said nothing, but her heart was bleeding until Jensen stared at her as if she was a stranger. “You can get out,” he said, his tone sharp and domineering.

It seemed that he wouldn’t give her ID card back to her easily.

“It’s my ID card,” Gilda said deliberately in front of Madeleine. All she wanted was to get this done and get out of here. She didn’t want to stay here any longer.

She continued, “I’m no longer an employee of the Harrington Corporation but Mr. Harrington has withheld my ID card. I’m wondering whether Mr. Harrington wants something else from me. The Harrington Corporation has many talents and you don’t have to pick on a secretary.