How My Ex Became My Next

“Ms. Lynch, I couldn’t stop him…” Gilda’s secretary followed in and explained.

Gilda said calmly, “It’s okay. Close the door.”

Cheney’s ribs had been much better, and the gauze on his face had been removed. “Ms. Lynch, I saw the project plan for Stark Group, but my name wasn’t on it. Is there a mistake?” Cheney asked.

Gilda spun her pen while saying calmly, “No, I didn’t ask them to put your name on it.”

“Ms. Lynch, you promised to let me join the project.” Cheney’s smile vanished, replaced by a somber expression. “It’s not decent of you to do this to me now,” Cheney added.

However, Gilda raised her sharp eyes and stared at Cheney. “Remember, I’m the boss. I make my decisions,” Gilda said. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Cheney abandoned all pretense of flattery and spoke through gritted teeth. “Ms. Lynch, don’t push it too

far.

“So what can you do?” Gilda asked. She smiled indifferently, took out a stack of photos, and threw them on the table. She then raised her chin and said, “Mr. Lewis, if someone like you is in the Stark Group project, I’m afraid there will be a lot of problems.”

Cheney took the photos over and was immediately shocked after taking a look at them. Even his legs began to tremble. Looking at Gilda in horror, Cheney asked, “How… How did you get them?”

“I have more. Do you need me to show you more, Mr. Lewis?” Gilda said.

“No… No, thank you,” Cheney murmured. His confidence instantly weakened.

Gilda tapped the table with her slender fingers and sneered, saying, “I guessed right. It’s not your first time secretly taking pictures of others.

“I can

get

in touch with all those people. If they know that you were secretly filming it when they had sex with you, do you think they would want to kill you?”

Cheney’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t expect that Gilda had discovered his secret, but thinking of the profit of this project, he didn’t want to give up so easily.

“Ms. Lynch, don’t believe for a second that you can threaten me with those photos. Many of these women have gained a lot from our interactions. At worst, I may lose my dignity with them, but I won’t be intimidated.

“Ms. Lynch, you’d better stop prevaricating and add my name to the project as soon as possible. Otherwise, you may suffer from your cooperation in the future,” said Cheney.

“Don’t waste your energy. I said no.” A swift change in Gilda’s demeanor continued to exude her firm control over everything, overwhelming Cheney. “Mr. Lewis, if you tell me who backs you at Stark Group, I

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might consider changing my mind,” Gilda added.

Cheney was speechless because of anger. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell Gilda who the person was, but once he said it, it would confirm that the person behind him sold confidential information about the

company.

In the future, Gilda would surely inform Timothy about it. Cheney wouldn’t involve his supporter in trouble. That would be too stupid.

“Let’s wait and see!”

After saying that, Cheney slammed the door and went out.

Eric asked Gilda. “Ms. Lynch, do we need to expel such a person from the Group?”

“No, it’s not the right time. He has many resources. I need to find out the person behind him,” Gilda said.

Then she ordered Eric, “Keep an eye on Cheney. Tell me immediately if you find anything strange.”

“Understood. By the way, Stark Group has called and said that the meeting this afternoon is ready,” said

Eric.

“Got it,” Gilda replied.

Then Gilda suddenly remembered Dillan. “What is Dillan doing?” she asked.

“I checked his itinerary. He took the earliest flight to Menthia this morning,” Eric replied.

“Great. He won’t bother me.” Gilda smiled brightly.

At noon, Timothy called Gilda and said he was very sorry that there was an urgent project development workshop to be held and that Gilda could communicate with Jensen and the Board of Directors if there were any problems.

Gilda agreed and then took Eric to Stark Group.

Gilda glided gracefully into the conference room, adorned in an elegant light blue suit dress with her limited edition luxury handbag in hand, her makeup flawless.

Jensen was already waiting inside. When he saw the blue figure, his long fingers stopped on the desk, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Eric pulled the seat for Gilda and then stood behind her without saying a word.

Gilda first smiled and greeted the directors, then raised her eyebrow to glance at Jensen and said coldly, “Hello, Mr. Harrington.”

Hurt by Gilda’s indifference, Jensen felt irritated, but he couldn’t vent his anger, so he said coldly, “Hello.”