How My Ex Became My Next

Gilda immediately took out a post–it note from her bag and wrote down a string of numbers. “This is my phone number. Call me then, and I’ll arrange for the staff to pick you up.”

She put it into Elmer’s hand quickly.

Just he was about to speak, Eric hurried in from outside and whispered something in Gilda’s car. Her expression changed dramatically.

“Really?”

Eric nodded vigorously. “We have to go back to Glory Corporation.”

Gilda stood up and said, “Sorry. I have to go now.”

Yeah.

The car started and faded away. Auntie Red closed the door and returned, tentatively saying. “There are few guests at home. This young lady is very lively.”

“Don’t tell anyone about her visit.”

Elmer clutched the sticky note in his hand and didn’t throw it into the trash can after all.

When Gilda returned to the Glory Corporation, Allath was already at night and the conference room was ablaze with light.

She pushed open the door, and the whole wall was covered with printed headlines.

-Braydon Romance

Braydon’s kiss

-Braydon Stranger

There was a photo of Braydon and Vicky kissing in the corner of the restaurant. He looked at Vicky with affection. The paparazzi wrote: the top flow deep roots, already belonged!

The comments below were all shocked, “This is Braydon! “Oh, my God. Sure enough, it just popped out of nowhere.”

Braydon was brought back to Glory Corporation from the rehearsal. He sat aside, looking tired and helpless.

Delia confiscated his phone and pointed at him, Ler ask again. Is this true?”

For the agent, it was really dangerous for his artist to show off, not to mention a top international celebrity like Braydon.

Braydon said impatiently. The photos are all there. Can’t you tell?”

Delia blushed with anger. “Who is this woman? As long as you say no, I can handle it with public relations!”

“She’s my girlfriend. I can admit she doesn’t need to be a publicist.” Braydon was immediately unhappy.

“Do you even know how many fans your girlfriend has?”

“Who cares?”

“You!”

“It’s done. Gilda finally said, and she motioned to Eric, “Take Rina downstairs for a rest. I’ll talk to Braydon.”

Seeing Gilda come back, Delia angrily walked up to her and said, “Ms. Lynch, it’s not a trivial matter. Braydon is still young and has a promising future. It won’t be worth it if his relationship is ruined.”

Gilda nodded and said, “I know. Let’s go to rest first,”

The door of the anceting room was closed. Gilda turned off a few headlights, leaving only the wall lamp. She sat beside Braydon and asked. “Braydon, what do you think?”

Braydon was furious. “If I find the paparazzi who secretly photographed him, I will definitely destroy his base!”

“That’s not what I mean. What do you think of Vicky?” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

On the way back just now, Gilda received a call from Vicky. She cried out, “Gilly, I can’t get in touch with Braydon. If you have a chance to see him, tell him not to be impulsive. He has finally come this far and cannot ruin everything for me.”

“I became famous at the age of seventeen, and now I’m twenty–seven. Ten years have passed since I rolled around in this Vanity Fair. I’ve had a lot of breathless times, Gilly.” Braydon leaned on Gilda’s shoulder in a daze.

Gilda felt sorry for her brother. Although they were not related by blood, they had been the closest and best friends since childhood.

“I know.” She whispered.

“You know. I’ve loved Vicky for a long time before I became famous.”