Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 391



Geoffrey smiled politely. "I have a simple request. I mainly want to meet President Harper. There's nothing beyond that. Don't think too badly of me. Not everyone has an ulterior motive."

"Threatening my daughter-in-law with your own son, and then telling me you have no ulterior motive? Chairman Carter, we're not children or idiots, so let's not lie with our eyes wide open," Sydney snapped.

She was filled with rage. Every word she said was sharp, and she wasn't showing Geoffrey any courtesy.

Rosalie didn't expect Sydney to be so direct, either.

Sydney turned her head, and said, "Rose, go pick out some seafood. Choose the freshest ones."

"Okay." Rosalie stood up. "You two chat first."

It seemed they had things to discuss.

The waiter led Rosalie to the seafood section. "This way, please."

All the seafood here was live, and selected on the spot.

Rosalie left, Geoffrey discarded his polite

"Geoffrey, what are you playing at? Do you

said slowly, "Yes, I find it very amusing. More importantly, I really want to

leaving only few traces on her face. She didn't have a single wrinkle, and

scoffed. "Really? It seems your life is quite boring, Chairman Carter. How bored must you be to have such a twisted sense

a sigh.

bit boring. The nights are endless. Why don't you suggest how to make my life more

calf lightly

didn't move. Her expression was calm, though she really wanted

be more dignified at your age, or you'll be an

face devoid of anger, excitement, and any other emotion, Geoffrey narrowed his eyes. A trace

chair. "Let's talk about your husband. Have you

a long time. We're doing very

reconcile with a scumbag husband. What's the term?