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

Chapter 40

Gilda received a message. It was from Braydon.

Braydon: [Gilly, did you miss me? Your dearest brother missed you so much! I’ll see you in Frencia later.]

Gilda felt goosebumps rise on her skin as she quickly typed on her phone.

Gilda: [No.]

After the message was sent, Gilda turned to her assistant and said, “You can sign for it for me, and then distribute the flowers to female colleagues in the company.” Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“OK.” The assistant left the office.

After that, Gilda continued to read the document when Cheney Lewis, the director of the Expansion Department, knocked on the door and came in.

“Good morning, Ms. Lynch,” said Cheney.

Cheney walked to Gilda’s desk and handed over the folder. His eyes flashed with a hidden shrewdness as he said, “This is this month’s income statement. Please have a look.”

Gilda didn’t take it. She just looked at Cheney indifferently and asked, “What’s the matter, Mr. Lewis?”

Then Gilda glanced at the document in Cheney’s hand and said, “You could just leave it to my assistant. Why bother?”

Cheney’s smile grew warmer, though there was a hint of discomfort as he feigned nervousness. “Ms. Lynch, here’s the thing. I acted foolishly at the last meeting and inadvertently offended you.”

Gilda smiled aloof and said, “It’s fine. Just let it go.”

“When I went back, the more I thought about it, the guiltier I felt. So I am wondering if I may have the honor to invite you to dinner tonight as a way of apologizing to you. What do think?

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“I have new first–hand news about Stark Group, and I want to share it with you privately, Ms. Lynch,” said Cheney.

Cheney was humble and different from the arrogant manner in the meeting room that day.

Gilda had seen through his hypocrisy. She crossed her fingers and said, “All right, I’ll have dinner with you today.”

Gilda had just come to know Timothy, and Cheney knew that she was interested in Stark Group. Such a person should not be underestimated.

Whether Cheney had any inside information about Stark Group, Gilda had to see what Cheney was up to today.

“That’s great. Ms. Lynch, let’s meet at Timson Restaurant tonight!” said Cheney.

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Cheney smiled flatteringly and left the office happily. As soon as he closed the office door, his face turned cold.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the hall, the roses, airlifted from abroad, filled the air with a sweet fragrance, yet Gilda was nowhere to be found.

Dillan quietly crouched on one side of the hall, trying to surprise Gilda when she received the bouquet. At last, he only saw an assistant in a work suit come down to sign for it, and two security guards behind the assistant carried the bouquet upstairs.

Dillan wouldn’t give up. There was his handwritten letter in the bouquet.

Dillan waited until it was time to get off work. Girls in the whole office building passed by him with several roses. Seeing this, Dillan gave up. He realized that Gilda had directly shared the roses with the staff without looking at them.

Feeling depressed, Dillan looked up at the recruitment information on the billboard and smiled.

Another idea occurred to him.

Gilda came to Timson Restaurant after work.

It was a famous restaurant in Allath, and all the celebrities would have meals here.

Cheney could not be able to afford it as a working–class man. It must have something to do with the person from Stark Group behind him.

Walking through the dreamlike golden lights, Gilda was guided by a waiter to Cheney’s table.

“Good evening, Ms. Lynch,” said Cheney.

Seeing Gilda, Cheney didn’t get up but lit a cigarette. His attitude was quite different from that in the office.

Gilda was not annoyed. She put down her handbag with a smile and sat down, saying, “I wonder what the inside information you said about Stark Group is?”

Cheney shook the soot and scanned Gilda up and down with his greedy eyes. “Don’t fret, we can discuss it after we’ve dined.”

Gilda smiled and raised her hand to look at the watch. “I won’t eat anything. I am in a hurry,” she said.

“There’s no need to rush.” Cheney got up, walked to Gilda’s seat, put his hand on the back of the chair, and leaned down close to her.