How My Ex Became My Next

Steven nodded repeatedly. “I’m here to discuss cooperation with Mr. Harrington from Harrington Corporation and thought of riding a horse while at it. I wonder if Mr. Moore would be interested in joining us?”

However, Jackson was quick to refuse. “Sorry, it’s not convenient.”

Steven glanced at Gilda, catching the hint. ‘Understood, understood. Then, Mr. Moore, I won’t disturb you further, let’s plan for another time.”

After bidding Jackson farewell, Steven walked back to Jenson. “Shall we go, Mr. Harrington?”

Jensen coldly interjected, “No, let’s end our cooperation here, Mr. Sanders!”

Steven was baffled.

“But, Mr. Harrington, that’s not what you said just now.”

Jensen was merciless in his response. “You said it, that was just now. I’ve changed my mind!”

Steven couldn’t figure out what he did wrong, but given the influence of the Harrington Corporation, even if he was furious, he had nowhere to vent.

With a cold huff, he turned and left.

Jensen stood aside, silent, but his gaze was fixed on Gilda, like a flame fervently encircling her.

Feeling his stare, Gilda frowned slightly and looked up, their eyes meeting in the air.

Jensen couldn’t help but recall their last encounter at the horse track, where they were competitors vying for a project on horseback..

The image of Gilda riding freely and confidently was still vivid in his mind.

“Gilda, would you like to ride together?” Jensen extended the invitation.

However, his invitation was coldly rejected by Gilda. “Sorry, Mr. Harrington, I’m not interested!”

Jensen’s expression darkened. He was visibly upset.

At that moment, Emily approached.

Her face wore a smirk, yet her eyes were fixed on Gilda. “What a coincidence, Gilda, you’re here too.”

Her tone was amicable, lacking the anger from their last confrontation, as if nothing had happened.

Gilda was amazed at Emily’s acting skills and replied. “Emily, are you here to ride too?”

Emily just smiled. “It’s boring to ride alone. How about a race?”

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Gilda promptly declined. “Sorry, not interested.”

Emily, unfazed, taunted. “Is it disinterest, or are you afraid? Gilda, you’re not scared of me because of last time, so you refused to ride with me, are you?”

Gilda paid no heed to Emily’s provocation. “Exactly! I just don’t want to ride with you. Is there a problem?”

Emily was left speechless, her face turning sour, “Gilda, are you really going to be this disrespectful?”

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Frustrated and hands clenched at her sides, Emily turned to Jensen. “Jensen, how about you join me then?”

Jensen was equally dismissive. “Not interested!”

Emily, faced with public rejection, couldn’t hide her embarrassment. When had she, Ms. Harrington, ever been so humiliated?

Gilda, however, paid her no mind, turning to Jackson. “Jackson, let’s go feed Whitey some feed before we head back.”

Jackson agreed with a doting look. “Alright!”

They left together, completely ignoring the awkwardness of Jensen and Emily.

Emily, unable to hide her resentment, muttered, “Who the hell does she think she is, acting all high and mighty?”

Jensen had no patience for her complaints. “Just shut up, will you?”