How My Ex Became My Next

Chapter 90
Jensen frowned and said coldly, “Mind your own business.”
“My crisis has been solved. The rest is just a matter of a long–time friendship.” Timothy handed a bottle of water to Jensen. “I
heard that you were going to get engaged.
Jensen said, “I’ve not made the final decision yet.”
Jensen pushed the bottle aside and walked out with his long legs.
On the way back, suddenly, Jeffrey said, “The man who helped you just now. Is he Jensen?”
Gilda was a little angry when she heard this. “He wasn’t helping me. He did it because he was also at stakeholder!”
Jeffrey nodded. “He is good–looking but he doesn’t like women. He doesn’t deserve you. It’s good that you divorced.”
Gilda felt speechless and thought Jeffrey was too frank.
Gilda said, “You’re right, Jeffrey. So we divorced.”
When Gilda married Jensen, Jeffrey was on the other side of the ocean and was too busy with other things.
To make sure Jensen was a good person, Jeffrey hacked Jensen’s computer and investigated everything inside it. He was
surprised that there wasn’t even any pornography on Jensen’s computer.
Jeffrey even suspected that Jensen was impotent. He sorted out all the information and emailed it to Gilda but was ignored.
Recalling the three years of her marriage without sex, Gilda thought Jensen was very likely impotent!
Gilda thought it was worth discussing how Madeleine was pregnant with that child.
Gilda said, “Jeffrey, why are you still single? Where is my sister–in–law?”
Jeffrey said, “I don’t know. Probably in your dream. Or, she is not yet born. Anyhow, I haven’t met the right one. His answer was
original and interesting.

Gilda said, “I don’t care about how but you have to find the right one as soon as possible or you will live the rest of your life
alone. You are getting old and you’re a boring person.” She shook Jeffrey’s shoulders and Jeffrey laughed.
Patrick, Gilda’s eldest brother, was precocious and always looked frigid like their father. Braydon, Gilda’s third eldest brother,
took nothing seriously and was even more frivolous than Gilda. Only Jeffrey, Gilda’s second eldest brother, was composed and
considerate. He would silently listen to Gilda’s complaining and
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unrealistic ideas.
Gilda asked Eric to drive her back to the office first and then drive Jeffrey home to give a surprise to Braydon.
As expected, Braydon called Gilda to complain about what Jeffrey did after only working for a short time.
Braydon said, “Gilly! Jeffrey is really bored. He dismantled the humidifier in my bedroom!
“Pick me up. We’re going for a ride. It’s better than staying with a robot!”
Gilda laughed on the other end of the phone, “Stay at home and don’t fight with him.”
Braydon’s complaining didn’t work out so he hung up the phone.
Gilda continued to work. When she looked up again, it was after eleven o’clock in the evening.
She went outside and found that Eric didn’t leave either. They went downstairs together.
Eric drove Gilda home. Soon, the car stopped at a dark intersection.
The green light was on. When Eric was starting the car, a large group of men with fierce looks suddenly rushed to them.
They all carried long knives and blocked Eric and Gilda’s way.
Eric tried to reverse the car but another group of people was standing at the rear of the car. These men slammed the window
and shouted at Eric and Gilda to ask them to get out of the car.

Eric said, “Ms. Lynch, call the police. Stay inside the car. I’ll handle it.”
Although Eric had rich experience as an assistant, he rarely encountered such a dangerous problem. He even trembled a little
when speaking.
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He cheered himself up, about to open the door, but the back seat.
Gilda said in an unusually calm voice, “It doesn’t matter a lot if you get out of the car or not. They are coming for me.”
Eric said, “Stay inside the car. I will protect you.”
Eric swallowed hard and looked at Gilda under the dim light from the distance and saw a determined look. on her face.
Suddenly, he felt much less nervous and frightened.
Those stout men outside were still slamming the windows and the doors. Suddenly, the back seat door was opened and a foot
wearing a high–heeled shoe was immediately shot out. A strong man carrying a knife was instantly kicked away and fell on the
grass in the distance.
Everyone else was shocked and looked at the tattooed man who was lighting a cigarette.
Someone said to the tattooed man, “Aren’t we supposed to handle a weak woman?
“You didn’t tell us that she had bodyguards with her!”