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

Chapter 570

In less than a cup of tea, Eric received Allath at the door of the teahouse.

He got out of the car, bowed to Eric, and said, “Ms. Lynch was summoned all of a sudden. I really feel sorry for her empty hands!”

Eric was very respectful and said, “Ms. Lynch doesn’t care about these things. You can come as long as you want.”

Yue Qun followed Eric into the teahouse, wiping the sweat on his forehead and rolling his

eyes around.

He was drinking with a client when his assistant suddenly said that a big shot wanted to see him, so he came without delay and didn’t have time to ask in detail what was going on.

“Thank you, Eric. May I ask what instructions Ms. Lynch has for me?”

Eric led the way and said, “You’ll know when you see it.”

Yue Qun heart seven eight.

Eric pushed open the door, and the spun yarn fell down. A pot of tea was boiling on the table. The fog floated in the air, complementing the early winter weather outside the window. Gilda sat at the table, skin white as snow, calm and tranquil.

“Mr. Wilson.” She raised her lips and stretched out her hand. “Please sit down.”

Yue Qun see fascinated, the new director of Glory Corporation, rumors have courage and wisdom, did not expect beauty is also a masterpiece.

Eric closed the door and cut off the sound outside.

“As far as I know, the Glory Corporation hasn’t developed any business recently. What can I do for you, Ms. Lynch?” NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Gilda poured tea for him and got straight to the point, “Just not recently. Mr. Allath is the backbone of building materials. If he has it in the future. I have to rely on you.”

Yue qun fidgety, business people can understand this is a scene.

“Mr. Davis seems to be nervous?”

“No, no. If Ms. Lynch is willing to flatter her, just tell me at any time. I’ll be damned. Yue Qun will drink the tea in front of him.

Gilda leaned back and looked at him for a few seconds. “Why do you look unhappy? You seem to have done something

wrong.

“It’s really a misunderstanding”

“A year ago, a house collapsed on Taiping Old Street in Allath, a tourist attraction, killing dozens of people. The superiors were furious. The city leaders were removed from the list and strictly investigated the engineering party and material suppliers. Recently, there was a result of handling. Have you heard about it, Mr. Yue?

Gilda’s thin lips lightly open, every word, Yue Qun’s face will be pale.

This woman was beautiful, but her words were even colder than the weather in midwinter.

Yue Qun squeezed out a smile: “Of course, I heard that the engineering party and material dealers were sentenced.”

Gilda added: “The first two were sentenced to death, and the rest are in prison for more than 15 years.”

Yue Qun trembled a little.

“Mr. Wilson must have been in this industry for decades, and you should know the importance of it.”

“They… You deserve it.”

Gilda slowly picked up the teacup. “I also heard that someone was trying to repeat the tragedy of a year ago, so I specially remind you not to be guided in the wrong direction.”

Yue Qun held the cup tightly. He had seen a lot of people over the years, but never anyone like Gilda could not see through what she was thinking.

“I know it. Thank you, Ms. Lynch.”

Gilda curled her lips and said nothing more.

Yue Qun left the teahouse, holding a gas, silent for a long time, make a phone call: “stop the supply of materials to the east construction.”

Although he didn’t know where Gilda got the wind of it, since she knew all about it, someone else must have known.

This is a thunderbolt. We can’t take any chances.