Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore)
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.

After Rosalie left, Geoffrey discarded his polite demeanor.

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

Geoffrey chuckled, and rested his elbow on the table. He leaned forward a little, and said slowly, "Yes, I find it very amusing. More importantly, I really want to see you angry, just like before."

Time seemed to have been especially kind to Sydney, leaving 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 attractive, something young women couldn't compare to.

Sydney scoffed. "Really? It seems your life is quite boring, Chairman Carter. How bored must you be to have such a twisted sense of humor?"

Geoffrey heaved a sigh. "Indeed, it is

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

He nudged Sydney's calf lightly with his toe.

Sydney didn't move. Her expression was calm, though she really wanted to splash a glass of water on his face.

"Geoffrey, keep your feet in place. You should be more dignified at your age, or you'll be an old lecher."

Seeing Sydney's face devoid of anger, excitement, and any other emotion, Geoffrey narrowed his eyes. A trace of displeasure flashed in them.

He sat up straight, and leaned against the chair. "Let's talk about your husband. Have you reconciled with him?"

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

"Oh, 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, right?" Sydney stiffened slightly.

"Geoffrey, don't use terms you barely

understand to criticize others'

personal choices. I generally think

people who do that are quite low Only lowly beings have such narrow minds. Besides, you rich folks secretly cheat on your wives all the time, don't you?"

There were too many people in this world who criticized others without bothering to look in the mirror. Who gave them the right to do so?

"Heh." Geoffrey tugged at the tie

around his neck, feeling a bit

irritable. "You really know how to rile

me up. Fine, let's talk about your son Theodore. I didn't even know he was married."

Sydney's lips curled up as she chuckled. "That's none of your business."