How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 

Jackson didn’t speak. He just smiled slightly, but his hand on one side revealed his emotions. 

He looked at the computer screen and his eyes darkened gradually. These pictures were not found by him, someone had deliberately packed and sent them to him. 

Unfortunately, that person’s network technique was as good as his, and he didn’t find any clues about him at all. He traced the IP address all the way, but finally found only a virtual number. 

“Gilly, let’s go back home!” Jackson suddenly said. The reason why he got the evidence so quickly was someone wanted them to leave Eledrikin as soon as possible. 

It seemed that there were still many unknown things. 

But now, if he wanted to find out the source, he had no choice but to do what he 

Gilda was also confused. 

e was told. 

They had searched around but failed to find any results. Now it appeared so suddenly. 

She asked, “Jackson, why do I feel a little strange?” 

Jackson smiled with relief. 

It seemed that Gilly was as smart as ever. 

They looked at each other with tacit understanding, and Gilda said, “Fine, let’s go back then.” 

On the night of that day, Owen had arranged a private plane to send them back to Allath, but Jackson changed his mind temporarily. “Just book two tickets for us.” 

Owen was surprised, “Our private plane is more convenient and safer to send you back. There’s no need to run around the airport.” 

But Jackson said firmly, “Do as I say and book the nearest flight.” 

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Owen was puzzled, but he still booked two tickets as Jackson ordered. But Gilda and Jackson had no 

intention of leaving. 

He asked, “What the hell are you doing?” 

Jackson smiled but didn’t say anything. Gilda looked at him and asked, “Have you read the Art of War?” 

Owen was confused, “Why should I read that?” 

Gilda shook her head slightly and sighed, “You can read it when you are free. Maybe you will make 

progress.” 

Owen was even more confused, “Jackson, what does she mean?” 

Jackson smiled dotingly and looked at Gilda. “Gilly, it’s getting late. It’s time to go back to rest.” 

Gilda echoed, “Then Owen, we’re leaving.” 

After saying that, they waved their hands to Owen with tacit understanding, and Owen became angry.