Chapter 380
How My Ex Became My Next by Kirk Stanley ( Gilda Lynch )
âThatâs a good photo.â Jackson looked at the computer screen with tenderness in his eyes.
Gilda recalled, âI remember that this photo was taken on my first day at school. I made a bun casually and was pictured.â
As Gilda spoke, she scrolled down the page. The memories of her school days came into view, including each semesterâs final design and grades.
Gilda found her collection of designs and clicked on it, but she was stunned. The smile on her face also disappeared little by little.
Jackson noticed her strange look and looked at the computer screen. There were several clothing designs on the desktop, âWhatâs wrong? Is there a problem?â
Gilda turned her head and said incredulously, âNo! All of these are wrong!â
âWhatâs the matter? Whatâs wrong?â
Gilda shook her head, âJackson, theyâre not my designs. How did they appear in my
file?â
Hearing this, even Kelly was shocked. She hurriedly explained to Gilda, âThe information on the studentsâ files in our school is truthfully recorded. The possibility of mistakes is very low. Are you looking for the wrong one?â
Gilda shook her head and insisted, âNo, Professor Kelly.â
She pointed to the picture on the screen. âI never use my full name as my signature in collage, but GL instead. Look at these works. Both have my full nameâ¦
Jackson stared at the screen and as expected, what was written on it was Gildaâs full name.
He couldnât help but look at Gilda He believed that Gilda would not go wrong in this kind of thing
But what was going on now? The design that didnât belong to her was named after her.
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Gilda kept clicking the right mouse button. After flipping through all the recorded design works, she couldnât help stepping back and said incredibly, How is this possible? My graduation projects are all gone! And these are not my designs.â
She thought the system must have made a mistake!
Kelly was also surprised. She also opened the electronic archive of designs, frowned, and browsed carefully.
From the initial suspicion, to the final anger.
How could your level be so bad?â
She stopped and pointed to one of the design drafts. âThis design is wrong in terms of line outlining. If I were to judge it, it wouldnât get a passing score. It canât be done by Gilda at allâ¦â
She knew best about Gildaâs strength.
How could this student, whom she used to be the most proud of, draw such an unleveled design?
Gilda looked at her former teacher and said sincerely, âProfessor Kelly, thank you for believing me. This
is really not my design.â
Kelly comforted her and said, âDonât worry. I will ask the teacher in charge of archives to find out what is
wrong.
With that, Kelly took out her phone and went out to make a call.
Jacksonâs eyes sank. Obviously, someone had tampered with itâ¦
âDonât worry. Itâs okay.â
Gilda took a deep breath and calmed down.
After a while, she seemed to think of something suddenly. She hurriedly typed âSelene Olsonâ in the
search bar