How My Ex Became My Next

Gilly: [I want it to be special, to surprise him.]

Gilly: [it’s better to be a gift that expresses something unique and original. Do you have any recommendations?]

Gilly. [Why aren’t you replying to me?]

Gilda didn’t get a reply. She checked the time and found it was two o’clock in the morning.

She instantly logged out.

The next morning, she finally got their reply.

Yadira: [Who is this person? You are willing to go to such lengths.]

Yadira: [Let me guess. Is it Jensen Harrington?]

Vicky remained silent throughout the conversation. At this moment, she sent a frightened emoji and asked, [Did you and Gilly get back together?]

Megan: [No way! Absolutely impossible! That scum’s birthday isn’t in this month. Then it must be Jackson!]

Vicky: [Wow, you and Jackson? What’s going on?]

Then they started to talk about this with interest.

Gilda stopped them and said, [Girls, do you have any recommendations?]

Megan hurriedly replied, [Jackson will appreciate any gift you give him, but I think a handmade gift will be more meaningful.]

Yadira agreed. I think it’s a good idea. But, Gilly, what are you gonna do? A birthday cake?]

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Gilda blinked and thought. To make a birthday cake for him? This is actually a good idea.”

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Having made up her mind, Gilda used her mobile phone to order a materials for the cake. All the raw materials filled the kitchen within thirty minutes.

She searched for tutorials on her cell phone and did step–by–step learning.

She spent the whole day practicing.

The next day, Gilda succeeded in making a cake.

Looking at the delicate and tasty cake in front of her, Gilda let out a deep breath. “It’s finally done!”

She followed the tutorial and packed the cake in a box before driving out.

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Monday was a busy day at ML. Group. The receptionist instantly recognized Gilda and greeted her, saying, “Good morning. Ms. Lynch!”

Gilda smiled and entered Jackson’s exclusive elevator, heading to the top floor.

As soon as she got out of the elevator, she noticed something strange.

The secretary’s office, once bustling, now stood empty. Gilda’s eyes flashed with suspicion.

She walked to the

“Jackson?”

e CEO’s Office and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. She pushed the door open and went in.

Gilda looked around but didn’t see Jackson. She put the cake on his desk.

Only then did she notice that the door of Jackson’s lounge was slightly open. She couldn’t help but walk over curiously.

The next second, she saw a woman’s bare leg.

Gilda felt her heart pounding violently, but she still pushed open the door. Then she saw Linda lying on the bed, her clothes disheveled.

Linda quickly sat up from the bed and straightened her clothes upon seeing Gilda. “M–Ms. Lynch, why are you here?”

Gilda stared at her in surprise and asked, “Why are you here?”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Linda bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Gilda’s eyes became cold.

Finally, under Gilda’s gaze, Linda hesitantly said, “Ms. Lynch, are you here for Mr. Moore? H–He is not here. He is in a

meeting.”