How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 447

Chapter 447 

Gilda stared at her phone in a daze and forgot to respond. 

“Miss, this is ginger tea. You can drink it while it’s hot.” 

The servant’s voice interrupted Gilda’s contemplation. She quickly calmed herself down and said, “Put it here.” 

“Yes, Ms. Walcott.” 

The servant was about to turn around and leave when Gilda stopped her. 

“Amy, do you think there’s something wrong with someone who suddenly lost contact?” 

Looking at Gilda’s frown, Amy understood instantly. 

“Miss, are you talking about Mr. Hughes?” 

Gilda’s face suddenly blushed, “Amy, you…” “You…” 

Amy explained with a smile, “Miss Green has been talking about Mr. Hughes these days. I don’t want to know it.” 

Gilda’s face turned redder. 

“Amy, what are you talking about?” 

Amy comforted, “Miss, don’t worry! “Mr. Griffiths didn’t get in touch for a while. Maybe he was caught up by something. I believe that Mr. Griffiths will contact you as soon as possible when he is free.” 

“Really?” 

Gilda’s tone was full of uncertainty! 

Even she didn’t realize how much she cared about Jackson. 

Yes, ma’am. “Don’t think too much. The driver should come to pick you up…” 

Gilda nodded and felt a little relieved. 

“I see, Amy. Thank you!” 

Amy left the room with a smile. Gilda got up and couldn’t help clicking on her contact list. 

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Chapter 447 

They searched around but couldn’t find anyone who could get information about Jackson. 

She was lost in thought. Did she know too little about Jackson? 

Gilda was absent–minded all morning. 

Eric asked several times, “Ms. Lynch, what do you think of this project? How do I reply to them?” 

Gilda came back to her senses and asked, “What did you say?” 

Eric raised his glasses with embarrassment and handed over the documents in his hands, “Ms. Lynch, there is something wrong with you today.” 

Gilda opened the document and tried to hide her emotions. “There is nothing wrong…” 

Eric looked as if he had already seen through it. “Ms. Lynch, is something wrong?” 

“N–nothing! Don’t think too much. You can continue to follow up on this project.” Gilda waved her hand and signed his name. 

Eric replied, “Okay, Ms. Lynch.” 

After Eric left, Gilda stood up and looked out of the floor–to–ceiling window. She couldn’t help but take a deep breath. At this moment, the office door was pushed open again. 

“Eric, is there anything else?”