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.

Geoffrey discarded his

what are you playing at? Do you find

a little, and said slowly, "Yes, I find it very amusing. More importantly, I

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

your life is quite boring, Chairman Carter. How bored must you be to have such

heaved a sigh. "Indeed, it

you suggest how

nudged Sydney's calf

she really wanted to

in place. You should be more dignified at your age, or you'll be an

excitement, and any other emotion, Geoffrey narrowed his

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

long

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