How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312 

Megan nodded and continued, “She’s getting more arrogant.” 

Gilda hurriedly comforted her, “Those whom the gods wish to destroy they first make mad. It’s time for me to get even with 

her.” 

Gilda had a sharp look in her eyes. 

After Gilda hung up the phone, Eric pushed open the door and came in. “Ms. Lynch, we have contacted Alan. He asked us to meet at Dragon Manor at eight o’clock tomorrow night.” 

Gilda smiled wickedly, “Tell him I’ll be there on time.” 

Eric reminded her, “Should we inform Frencia’s headquarters and arrange for some people to come over?” 

“Don’t bother. Just bring our local security guards. This is a law–based society, and they won’t do anything stupid.” 

“Yes, Ms. Lynch.” 

After Eric left, Gilda raised her eyes and looked out of the window. She could overlook the whole city in front of her. 

Gilda tapped on the table rhythmically as if she was calculating something. 

The next evening. 

At seven o’clock, well–trained bodyguards were already waiting at the gate of Glory Corporation. Gilda didn’t inform anyone and got in the car alone. 

After modification, the black sedan looked cool and drove along the road until it finally arrived at Dragon Manor. 

“Ms. Lynch, here we are.” 

Gilda was dressed in a black suit, looking very impressive. She got out of the car and walked straight into it without any extra expression on her cold face. 

As soon. 

as she arrived at the door, she heard someone laugh. “Ms. Lynch, you are really brave. You dared to come here alone. It’s impressive. 

Gilda looked up and saw a man in his forties sitting on the main seat. He was fat, with a large beer belly. 

“Alan, I’ve heard a lot about you!” 

Gilda stepped in and noticed a man sitting beside Alan. The man looked at her as soon as she came in. 

Gilda knew him! 

He was Levi, the man with Madeleine in the photo. 

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Levi’s eyes darkened. A crafty look came to his eyes. 

“Ms. Lynch, please have a seat!” Alan invited Gilda to sit down and then ordered his servants to pour some coffee for Gilda. 

“What are you waiting for? Pour my best coffee for Ms. Lynch.” 

Gilda didn’t look around. 

She couldn’t help but look at the chessboard in front of Alan. It was a game of chess, and the situation on the board was evenly matched. Victory hung in the balance. 

“Ms. Lynch, do you have any idea about my chess game?” Alan couldn’t help asking, but there was a touch of surprise in his