Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

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.

After Rosalie left, Geoffrey discarded his polite demeanor.

Sydney's expression grew colder. "Geoffrey, what are you playing at? Do you find this amusing?"

his elbow on the table. He leaned forward a little, and said slowly, "Yes, I find it very amusing. More importantly,

have a single wrinkle, and it made her even more charming. This charm

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

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nudged Sydney's calf lightly with

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

more dignified at your age, or

any other emotion, Geoffrey

and leaned against the chair. "Let's talk about your husband.

"We've been reconciled for a long time. We're doing very well,

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

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