Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 831

The meeting lasted around one and a half hours. Leaders of the city, officials overseeing key industries, and executives of the finance industry were gathered in the meeting room.

After the meeting ended, Christopher stood around the hall chatting with some people.

"Mr. Jackson, do you want to join us for lunch?"

Christopher saw Sydney approaching him from a distance, and said, "You guys go ahead first."

After a while, Sydney stood before Christopher with a bag in her arms.

Christopher surveyed her from head to toe.

"Why do you look so listless? Did you not rest well?"

He noticed her looking distracted during the meeting.

Sydney shot him a weak smile. "I slept a little later last night. Mr. Jackson, I learned a lot from what you shared at the meeting just now."

At the very least, he didn't just spout politically correct clichés.

Many leaders seem to say much, but in fact say nothing at all. They are usually unable to articulate themselves without a script.

Christopher was a man of few words, but the few words he spoke were always useful. He was also capable of speaking his mind without a script, regardless of the scenario.

"They're getting together for lunch," Christopher said. "Do you want to join them?"

Sydney turned him down with a smile. "I won't."

"In that case, I won't either."

Sydney was stunned to hear his response. "Why not?"

"It's just going to be an excessive display of boot licking that I'm tired of. I just want to enjoy my lunch in peace and quiet. Do you have any recommendations for a good restaurant nearby?"

He sounded genuine, given the serious look on his face.

After pondering for a moment, Sydney asked, "What kind of cuisine do you want?"

"Local," Christopher said. "I'm not used to other kinds of cuisine."

"There is a local restaurant nearby that's not bad."

Sydney pulled out a name card from her bag. "It's this place. Their dishes are very unique, and you can't find them elsewhere."

Very soon, the restaurant arranged a very quiet and secluded private room for him.

After Sydney and Christopher entered the private room and took their seats, a waiter came and handed two sets of menus to them.

Christopher flipped through the menu, and said, "President Harper, you've probably been here before. Are they any dishes you'd recommend? I'm getting overwhelmed by all the choices here."

"Of course. What kind of food do you like?"

"I'm not picky," Christopher said as he closed the menu. "I'll eat anything you order."

"Sure."

Sydney decisively ordered a few dishes.

After taking their order, the waiter left with the menus. Silence ensued while they waited for their food.

Sydney didn't know what to say at that moment.

Christopher was the first to speak. "You look a little uncomfortable. Do you feel pressured sitting next to me?"