How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 289

Chapter 289 

Vivian didn’t speak. 

Vivian was thinking about the relationship between Jackson and Gilda. 

Someone knocked on the window. Gilda looked up and saw Jackson standing outside the car. 

At this moment, the game on Gilda’s phone had come to a critical point. She withdrew her gaze, operated the game smoothly, and defeated her opponent quickly! 

Seeing the flashing word “victory” on the screen, Gilda put away her phone and opened the door for Jackson. 

*Jackson!” Gilda was unhappy. 

Jackson softened and asked, “What happened? Why are you playing games in the car?” 

Gilda shrugged and said, “What else could it be? Someone said I didn’t deserve to enter the meeting room and stopped me 

outside…. 

Hearing this, Jackson pulled a long face in an instant. 

“It seems that they don’t want to cooperate with us. Just let it go.” 

Jackson got in the car. 

He asked the driver to get the car started. 

Seeing the car get started slowly, Gilda felt moved when she saw the scenery outside the window. She felt good to be protected by Jackson. 

*oject.. 

“Jackson, it’s a billion–dollar Just let it go?” 

Jackson turned his head and rubbed her head. “Nothing is more important than you.” 

Gilda smiled. 

There was a hint of sweetness in the air. “Jackson, I like what you said, but it’s unfair for Dillan. He negotiated this project.” 

A trace of jealousy appeared in Jackson’s heart. 

Jackson said calmly, “I can also negotiate many projects. 

“It’s just a project worth 3.5 billion dollars. I will give you as much as you want.” 

“But don’t mention other man fron 

in of me anymore.” 

Gilda blinked her eyes and inexplicably felt that Jackson was so intimidating! 

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Chapter 289 

“Jackson, you’re so bossy and narrow–minded!” 

Jackson replied firmly, “All men are narrow–minded when it’s related to their beloved women.” 

Gilda’s heart beat fast. She blushed. 

Beloved woman? 

It seemed to have magic power! 

“What are you talking about?” 

Z 

Gilda muttered and looked away quickly. She pretended not to understand what he said, but she smiled secretly. 

A pleasant phone rang and broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the car. 

“Mr. Moore, where have you been?”