How My Ex Became My Next

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After closing the door, Cheney began to take off his clothes in a hurry. “Don’t worry, Ms. Lynch. I will tell you everything I know about Stark Group after tonight, and I promise to make your life prosperous in Glory Corporation.”

Cheney was so horny that he swallowed hard, and he inadvertently glanced at the camera hidden by the bedside.

How could Cheney be satisfied just by having sex with Gilda? He was proud that he could sleep with the woman those big shots had slept with. So he wanted to take a video secretly of his lovemaking with Gilda so that he could use it to threaten Gilda for more benefits in the future.

Cheney was so anxious that he stripped naked and rushed to Gilda.

The next second, Gilda picked up the red wine bottle on the table and smashed it on Cheney’s head. Cheney was stunned. He reached out to touch the wound and found it covered with blood.

“Ouch! Bitch, how dare you hit me!” Cheney shouted.

Then he took a few steps forward and swung his fist at Gilda, but she countered with one hand. She broke Cheney’s arm and easily dislocated it.

Then Gilda took a few steps back, rushed up, and kicked Cheney in the chest. The stiletto of her high heels just hit his ribs. With a click, Cheney’s ribs were broken.

Cheney’s face was full of horror. He didn’t expect Gilda to be so good at fighting. He clutched his chest with his face covered in blood and tried to escape, but Gilda pulled his hair from behind and dragged him back fiercely.

At this time, Cheney had no intent to have sex. He was possessed by fear. He raised his head and begged, “Ms. Lynch, it’s my fault that I dared to flirt with you. I was wrong. Please let me go.”

“Are you afraid? Weren’t you interested in how good I am in bed?” Gilda’s beautiful eyes were full of threat, which was shocking and frightening.

“No, no. I’m a coward and I’m afraid!” Cheney begged.

His ribs seemed to have hurt his lungs. Cheney only felt a sharp pain. He was afraid that he would be beaten to death by Gilda in this suite if he didn’t beg for mercy now. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Gilda was not ready to let Cheney go now. She patted his face with the back of her hand and said, “Do you still think I am a superficial beauty?”

Gilda hadn’t fought for three years, and she was satisfied with the power of high heels.

Cheney sobbed and shook his head for fear of being beaten again.

“Go to bed!” Gilda shouted at Cheney.

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“What do you want? I can’t do it now!” Cheney said.

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Hearing this, Gilda got furious again and punched Cheney heavily. Then she said in a domineering voice, “You are really a jerk! Lie down!”

Cheney struggled to climb onto the bed and looked at Gilda pitifully.

Gilda smiled, took out her phone from her bag, turned on the camera, and took countless naked photos of Cheney in just his underwear.

“No! Please don’t! This is humiliating!” Cheney tried to cover his face, but he had nowhere to hide.

Gilda then approached the bedside and found a hidden miniature camera behind the bouquet. She said with disdain, “I need to take back your video of being beaten and appreciate it again and again.”

Then Gilda approached Cheney and threatened, “I hope this is the first time you have secretly photographed someone. If I find out that you have recorded someone else, I’ll make you regret it!”

When Cheney heard this, he thought of the women at his home. He then shuddered and nodded wildly.

Gilda felt her hands were dirty after beating such a jerk, so she went to the sink and cleaned them up.

Then Gilda opened the door and grabbed the staff who was passing by. “Excuse me, please call an ambulance for the man inside the room. He has to go to the hospital right away,” Gilda said.

The staff was startled and hurriedly ran in to check on Cheney. The latter had fainted because of the pain.

The staff hurriedly took out his walkie–talkie and called his colleague, “Hi there. Someone fainted!”

Within three minutes, more staff of the hotel arrived. Seeing Gilda standing aside with her arms folded, they didn’t dare to ask more questions but just asked in a low voice if Gilda needed anything else.

Gilda waved her hand and was about to leave, only to see Jensen standing straight around the corner.

They just looked at each other, but there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between them.