Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Sydney turned her head. "Is there something else?"

"Leave me a phone number."

Sydney was momentarily taken aback.

"You're the bank president. We'll have opportunities to be in touch. Just leave me your number," Christopher said.

His tone wasn't exactly negotiable, but it didn't carry any hint of coercion just an authoritative presence that was hard to refuse.

Sydney, accustomed to dealing with various executives-some sleazy, some superficial, and others who abused their power-found Christopher's dignified and courteous demeanor refreshing and rare.

What struck her even more was how Christopher, despite his status, was waiting for a parking spot like an ordinary person. Most people in his position would have simply called ahead to secure one, but he was waiting in line like anyone else.

She fished out her business card from her bag, and handed it to him respectfully.

Christopher accepted it, saying, "I'll be in touch."

Sydney offered a polite smile before exiting the vehicle.

As soon as she stepped out, her phone rang. Checking the caller ID, Sydney saw it was Geoffrey calling.

Her brow furrowed, and instinctively, she felt a surge of irritation.

She quickly hung up.

The abruptness with which

car and had just

You should count yourself lucky I haven't reported you to the authorities-don't push your

more trouble if the Spencers came looking for Geoffrey, leading to a potential family feud with serious consequences. So, Sydney decided

planning to report?" came a calm, authoritative

Recognizing the voice, she immediately rolled down her car window and glanced at the armored vehicle parked

of the vehicle began to open slowly, and Christopher waved gently at her. His smile was evident even

"Sorry, I

I saw what happened," Christopher assured

Mr. Jackson. I'll make

I'll hang

"Goodbye."

Sydney ended the call and moved her

vehicle then slowly took her

door, Christopher found Sebastian on the phone, sounding

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