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

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the table. He leaned forward a little, and said slowly, "Yes, I find it very amusing. More importantly, I really want to

only few traces on her face. She didn't have a single wrinkle, and it made her even more charming. This charm was too lethal and too

Carter. How

heaved a sigh. "Indeed, it

nights are endless. Why don't you suggest how to make my life more interesting, President Harper?"

calf lightly

move. Her expression was calm, though she really wanted to splash a glass of

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

face devoid of anger, excitement, and any other emotion, Geoffrey

against the chair. "Let's talk about your

long time. We're doing very well, thank

reconcile with a scumbag husband. What's the term? A scumbag is usually with a cheap woman, right?" Sydney