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

"Geoffrey, what are you playing at? Do you find this

his elbow on the table. He leaned forward a little, and said slowly, "Yes,

have been especially kind to Sydney, leaving only few traces on her face. She didn't have a single wrinkle, and

How bored must you be to have

a sigh.

don't you suggest how to make my life more interesting, President Harper?"

calf lightly with

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

more dignified at your age,

any other emotion, Geoffrey narrowed his eyes.

up straight, and leaned against the chair. "Let's talk about

been reconciled for a long time. We're

really? I suppose you're the type to reconcile with a scumbag husband. What's the term? A scumbag is usually with a cheap woman,