How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )
Chapter 272

Chapter 272

Jensen merely said, “Just head over by yourself.”

Emily pursed her lips in frustration.

Seeing that Jensen was unmoved, she decided to stick by his side. Shortly after, their client, Steven, finally made his belated arrival,

“I’m so sorry. Mr. Harrington! I’m late.”

When it came to business, Jensen was impeccable. With a demeanor neither humble nor arrogant, he extended his hand towards Steven.

“Mr. Sanders, no worries! I’ve heard about your passion for horse riding, so I specifically chose the horse track for today’s meeting, hoping to see your skills in action.”

“Mr. Harrington, you flatter me! I’ve heard you’re quite knowledgeable about equestrianism too. I’m looking forward to learning from you today.”

The two of them chatted as they made their way to the track

Emily, having no interest in horse riding, decided to stay in the resting area. “Waiter, could I get a juice, please?”

She called out to a waiter behind her and then settled down on a sofa. She looked towards the horse track and, in the next second, spotted a familiar figure.

Emily almost jumped out of her seat, her eyes burning with intense hatred.

“Gilda, what’s she doing here?”

Emily looked for Jensen and, seeing he was in the opposite direction from Gilda, let out a sigh of relief.

But then, her eyes narrowed.

Who was that man next to Gilda?

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“Miss, here’s your juice!” The waiter placed the juice beside her.

Emily, snapping back to reality, stopped him. “Wait!”

She pulled out a hundred bucks from her pocket, handed them to the waiter, and then pointed at Jackson, asking. “Who is

that man?”

The waiter looked in the direction she was pointing and explained, “Miss, that is our employer, Mr. Moore!”

“Your employer?” Emily was utterly astonished!

So Gilda was mingling with the owner of the horse track?

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This was explosive news!

“What’s your employer’s name?”

The waiter shook his head. “Sorry, miss, I can’t tell you that.”

Seeing that she couldn’t get any more information, Emily let the waiter go.

However, her gaze never left Gilda, remembering how she had been trapped by Gilda’s scheme last time.

She subconsciously touched her cheek, where Gilda had slapped her. Whatever it took, she vowed to return it. Emily’s eyes glinted with malice, like a venomous snake ready to strike.

On the other side, Gilda had run a few laps around the track, her demeanor exuding ease and confidence.

“Gilly, shall we take a break?” Jackson suggested.

“Sure!” Gilda responded, stopping and handing her horse over to a staff member before heading to the rest Jackson,

Unbeknownst to them, a figure stealthily made its way into the stables.

As Gilda and Jackson settled in the lounge, Jensen and Steven also arrived.

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Jensen had noticed Gilda earlier, but Steven beat him to it, walking up to Jackson. “Mr. Moore, I didn’t expect to run into you here. Are you also here to ride?”

Steven’s attitude was extremely courteous, displaying great humility.

Jackson simply nodded slightly, his face expressionless. “Mr. Sanders, you’re here to ride as well?”

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