How My Ex Became My Next

Gilda just arrived and handed Vicky a tissue, half teasing, “It turns out that the talent of great designers began to

show up ten years ago.”

Vicky smiled through tears, knowing that she was talking about the necklace around Braydon’s neck.

“He’s too flamboyant. Why don’t you stop him?”

“Just tell me, are you happy?”

“… I’m happy.”

Gilda pretended to be dissatisfied. “You have never made a handmade necklace for me.”

Vicky stopped crying and regained her mood, “Why are you still jealous? The necklace I gave you is more valuable than a handmade one.”

Braydon had left the stage, and Gilda was bored by the host. “That’s different. I made it myself with a little sincerity, and it is a gift from my beloved.”

It is understandable why Braydon values this.

Vicky tilted her head and said, “Jackson will also give it to you.”

He… He did say that he would give her a gift. Gilda curled her lips and couldn’t hide her expectation.

“Braydon said he was waiting for you backstage.”

“… “There are too many people tonight, so I’d better not…” Vicky hesitated.

“I’ve arranged it. No one is here. Don’t you have anything to say to me, Braydon?”

Gilda motioned for Delia to come forward, and the latter motioned, “Come with me, Miss Bruce.”

Vicky pursed her lips and quietly followed Delia to the backstage.

“Isn’t that the girl?” Steven’s secretary suddenly whispered.

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He noticed.

Steven immediately looked over and said angrily, “Follow me. You’d better take photos! I don’t believe it has no

impact on Braydon!”

The secretary trotted forward and followed Vicky into the backstage.

The evening party will soon end, and the host on the stage is inviting relevant leaders to deliver speeches.

“Ms. Lynch, you made great contributions tonight. You should speak first.” Andy took the lead.

Gilda waved her hand and said, “Tonight is the home of Byte Group. I really can’t take over my role. People will say that I don’t know how to behave myself. Mr. James wants me to bear the blame? “Bad idea.”

Her relaxation made the bosses laugh out loud.

After all, Andy came on the stage first.

Gilda breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, in addition to her reasons, she wanted to wait for Jackson to arrive. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She called Eric and asked, “Did you get it?”

“No, Ms. Lynch. I haven’t seen her yet.”

“… “Then wait a little longer.”

He’ll always come.

Just as she put away her phone, she inadvertently looked up and saw a man sneaking into the backstage.

It was Mr. Hunter’s secretary.

Gilda changed color.

At the corner, he was about to go over when a voice sounded.

Elaine suddenly shouted, “What are you doing?”

Gilda held her dress and stared at him.

The secretary broke out in a cold sweat, “I… I’ll come in and look for someone.”

“Looking for someone?” Gilda’s eyes fell on the phone he was holding in his hand. It was a camera interface, and she asked, “Are you looking for someone or taking pictures secretly?”

She had suspected Steven for a long time, and now it was undoubtedly a record.

The secretary hurriedly turned off the screen and said, “You misunderstood Ms. Lynch. I just came in to look for someone as Mr. Hughes ordered. That person is backstage.”

Gilda didn’t believe it. She walked closer and said, “Let me have a look at your phone.”

“… You… I really didn’t.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I’m also your superior. Can’t I see it? Or what have you done?”

During the stalemate, the staff came panting and said, “Ms. Lynch, Mr. James is on the stage to cue you. It’s time

to go up.”