How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch ) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 

Gilda covered her mouth and glanced at Braydon. “Nothing. We didn’t say anything.” 

“I hope so. Don’t let me hear you talking bad about me,” Vicky warned them. 

Braydon, who used to be talkative, stopped talking. “I’m going out to get some fresh air.” 

Braydon always became indifferent while facing Vicky. 

When Braydon pushed the door open and went out, he saw Jensen standing outside. 

The smile on Braydon’s face instantly disappeared. He blocked the door and said in a high tone, not welcome here.” 

“You are 

Jensen let his assistant hand the fruit basket to Braydon and said, “Give this to her, then.” 

Take it and get out!” Braydon waved his hand and said. “Gilly doesn’t need this kind of shit.” 

“Has she woken up?” 

Jensen didn’t take Braydon seriously. This kind of man who only had a good appearance was not Gilda’s 

type. 

But Jackson… 

Jensen sensed a crisis. 

“Gilda has woken up and is fine. You can leave now.” Vicky’s voice came from behind. She and Braydon blocked the door together perfectly. 

“Thank you for taking care of her. Jensen left after saying that. 

Braydon got angry and shouted at Jensen’s back, “We are willing to take care of Gilly. We don’t need you to thank us. You bastard!” 

Vicky pulled Braydon and said, “Keep your voice down. Gilda needs to rest.” 

Braydon smiled. “You’re right.” 

They looked at each other and stopped talking awkwardly. 

At the dinner. 

Helen came to see Gilda. 

She handed Gilda a document envelope. “Jackson asked me to give this to you.” 

Gilda opened it and saw the photos of Madeleine hiring someone. 

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Gilda gripped the photos harder. 

“I thought Jensen’s mistress would only cry and pretend to be weak. I didn’t expect her to be so vicious. 

“Fortunately, nothing serious happened this time.” 

Helen held Gilda’s hand and felt really scared. 

“Don’t worry, Aunt Helen. I’ll recover in a few days.” Gilda held Helen’s hand and narrowed her eyes. “Since she laid hands on me, I’ll let her pay for it.” 

A few days later, Gilda ran into Jensen and Madeleine at the international flight exit of Allath Airport when she walked out. 

Madeleine stroked her belly and leaned on Jensen. She smiled sullenly and said, “Ms. Lynch, you narrowly escaped from death this time. Why didn’t you stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days?” 

Madeleine thought, ‘It was such a good chance but Gilda didn’t die. What a pity.’ Thinking of this, Madeleine was really annoyed. 

“You’d better pay more attention to yourself first, murderer,” Gilda said calmly. 

The smile on Madeleine’s face froze. She thought, “Did Gilda know it? 

I didn’t leave any trace. The driver has already been sent to another place.. 

‘It’s impossible for her to know that!” 

Suddenly, reporters surrounded them and the microphones almost poked Madeleine’s face. 

“Ms. Donovan, now the report of you hiring someone to murder other people has become a trending topic. Do you have anything to say about it?” 

“Is it true?” 

“Will you be summoned by the police this time? Are you confident?” 

Madeleine didn’t expect to be involved in a murder just in a few hours on the plane. 

Those reporters kept asking Madeleine, and she could only try her best to hide her panic. 

Madeleine looked up at Jensen and found that he was staring at her suspiciously. 

Jensen’s eyes were cold. “What are they talking about?”