Chapter 162: It’s Not A Trick, But Sincerity!

Christopher had already noticed his slight expression, but he pretended that he didn’t see anything and said, "Really? Since you can give up the shares, why can’t you find a better husband for her? I believe that many wealthy men in Tomaville will probably be willing to marry her now that she has these shares. Why me?"

"You..."

"By the way, I have heard that all the people who came to the exhibition this time are rich and powerful in Tomaville. Why don’t you go and have a look? Maybe you can find a good candidate. I won’t disturb you."

As he spoke, without waiting for Nathan to speak, he stood up and left.

Nathan sat there while his face turned livid with rage, and after a while he cursed, "Bastard!"

Meanwhile, in the ladies’ restrooms...

Janice followed Sophie.

"Well, what do you want to tell me?" Without waiting for Sophie to speak, Janice spoke directly.

Sophie did not say anything. Instead, she walked to wash her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, she said, "I heard that you went back to the news department."

Janice was slightly startled when she heard this. Then she snorted, "I didn’t expect you to be so well-informed."

"Of course, you’re someone I’m constantly paying attention to." As Sophie spoke, she turned around and gave her a meaningful look.

Janice didn’t say anything, but her expression turned cold. She felt uncomfortable after hearing Sophie’s words.

Sophie noticed her reaction, and then smiled, "Never would I have imagined that you’re so good at tricks. I don’t expect that grandpa would forgive you."

Upon hearing her mention this matter, Janice raised her eyebrows. "It’s not because of any trick, but because I am sincere enough."

"Pluff! I hope you can always be so sincere."

Sophie was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something and said, "Guess what my father just said to my brother?"

As she spoke, a cold smile appeared on her face. Without waiting for Janice to reply, she turned around and walked out.

Janice stared at her figure, unable to avert her gaze for a long time.

"Janice, was it Doctor Valen who just went out?"

At this time, Lucy suddenly walked in. Seeing that Janice was standing there in a

daze, she subconsciously walked over, waved her hand in front of her eyes, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Only then did Janice retract her gaze and reply, "Nothing."

Lucy didn’t ask any more questions and just said, "Before I came in, I saw that your husband was looking for you."

Only then did Janice remember Christopher. She said, "Then I’ll go out first."

"Hey, wait a minute," said Lucy.

Janice stopped in her tracks. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Lucy said, "I still have something to do at the TV station. I may have to go back now. Can you stay and keep an eye on the results alone?"

Janice replied, "Of course."

"Well, then I’ll go back first. Be careful on your own."

"OK."

Janice walked out with Lucy and watched her leave. Then she turned to look for Christopher, only to see Sophie and Christopher standing not far away.

Because he was standing with his back to her, she couldn’t see his expression clearly, but she could tell that Sophie seemed to be in a good mood. She didn’t know what they were saying, but she could see that Sophie’s hands were holding Christopher’s arm from time to time, and the two looked very intimate.

Seeing this, Janice couldn’t help but frown. She recalled that Sophie told her she had slept on Christopher’s bed.

...

She hadn’t paid attention to that matter because she was worried about the clothes at that time. Now that she thought of it, she felt a little uncomfortable.

But no matter how disgusted she felt, her husband was still hers and she couldn’t give other women a chance. Thinking of this, she walked toward them.

When Sophie’s hand was about to touch Christopher, he dodged it.

But Sophie did not give up, because she had already noticed Janice coming out of the toilet. Although she knew Christopher would feel disgusted, she had to do something to make Janice unhappy.

Therefore Sophie moved closer.

"Chris, are you really not going to consider taking over Bateman Group? I can explain this to Dad. I don’t want the shares. As long as you’re willing to take it over, I promise that I’ll make Dad give up on that idea."

As she spoke, she deliberately reached out and tugged at Christopher’s sleeve. In the eyes of outsiders, they seemed to be intimate.

Janice originally wanted to walk over, but when she saw this scene, she didn’t want anymore.

She turned around and left.

However, the moment she turned around, Christopher coldly shook off Sophie’s touch.

"It’s your business whether you want the shares or not. You don’t have to tell me."

He turned his head and just found Janice walking away. Stunned, he hurriedly chased after her.

Sophie stared at Christopher, who hurriedly chased after Janice, with a cold smile.

Then she turned around and left.

"Are you leaving? Why didn’t you tell me?" Christopher asked while catching up with Janice.

Janice snorted, "Tell you? I thought you were busy in chatting with her." Christopher frowned. "When did I chat with her? Did you see clearly?" "Clearly. So clearly," said Janice angrily.

Christopher stared at her angry face and couldn’t help but chuckle, "So I need to take you to do a vision test."

"Just say that I am blind," Janice harrumphed.

Christopher held her shoulders helplessly. "Well, don’t be angry. There is still some time before the trade fair starts. Are you hungry? Why don’t we find a place to eat something?" Christopher asked.

Janice did feel hungry when she heard this.

She looked at the street opposite the exhibition and her eyes stopped at a bakery. "Let’s go there."

Christopher nodded.

The two then walked over hand in hand.

It was about 10 o’clock in the morning, and there were many people in the store.

Many of them also came from the exhibition center.

Christopher glanced at it and said, "Let’s find a private room."

Janice didn’t object and followed him into a small private room.

After they sat down, Janice ordered a piece of mousse cake and a cup of low-sugar cappuccino, while Christopher ordered a cup of Cafe Americano.

It didn’t take long for the food to be served.

Janice ate a piece of cake to comfort her stomach. Then she remembered something and ask tentatively, "What did your father say to you?"

Christopher took a sip of coffee, put it down, and said, "Nothing, just work."

His tone was very calm. Janice couldn’t see anything from his expression, so she didn’t continue asking.

However, she knew that it was impossible for it to be work. <If so, Sophie wouldn’t have mentioned it to me on purpose.>

Thinking of Sophie, she couldn’t help remembering what Sophie had said.

"Let’s play a game."

Hearing this, Christopher frowned and looked over. "What game?"

...

Janice thought for a moment. "Let’s play rock-paper-scissors. The winner asks the loser a question."

Hearing her words, Christopher chuckled, "Are you sure you want to play such a childish game?"

"Do you dare to play or not?" Janice purposefully provoked.

Christopher frowned slightly. To be honest, he really didn’t want to play this kind of childish game, but since Janice had said, he nodded and agreed, "OK."

As he spoke, he tugged on the tie around his neck. In an instant, the tie hung loosely on his neck.

It looked like he was really going to play it seriously.

Janice clasped her hands behind her back as she thought to herself, "Playing with rock-paper-scissors? I am an expert. Just wait and see."

"Are you ready?" She raised her eyebrows slightly and asked.

Christopher casually pushed the sleeve of the suit to the crook of his arm and said, "Ready."

Janice then said, "Then one, two, three, go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the two started the game.

Scissor against rock...

Christopher said, "I won."

Janice looked at the scissors she displayed and gnashed her teeth. "You’re lucky. Ask me," said Janice unwillingly.

Christopher stared at her face, which was full of unwillingness. He leaned over and asked, "Were you angry at the exhibition before?"

Upon hearing this question, Janice glared at him.

"No."

She didn’t want to admit.

Christopher stared at her with interest. "Really?"

"Really." Janice grew impatient under his gaze. "Again."

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

This round, Christopher won again.

Janice frowned as she saw the result.

<Why am I so unlucky? I lose again.>

Christopher looked at her and asked meaningfully, "What do you want to do most?"

Janice thought for a moment, then replied, "To watch the sunrise."

Hearing this, Christopher gave out a meaningful smile again.

"Again!" Janice couldn’t stand his complacent expression and urged him on.

Christopher nodded, but he could tell that she really wanted to win.

In fact, he was also very curious about what she wanted to ask him. Therefore, when he stretched out his hand again, he deliberately lost to her.

Janice did not realize that he was on purpose.

She only thought that she finally won and could ask the question she wanted to ask. So she cleared her throat and asked, "How many people have slept in your bed?

She looked very calm.

Christopher was slightly stunned by her question.

He didn’t expect her to spend so much effort to ask such a question. He instantly understood something.

He wanted to tease her. "That’s a lot. Let me think about it."

Then he pretended to be thinking about it.

Janice gritted her teeth when she saw this. She thought to herself, "Gosh! It’s not just one, but there’s more than many!"

Just when she wanted to strangle him to death, Christopher suddenly said, "Daniel, James..."

Then Janice realized his meaning and said, "I am talking about women."

Christopher shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry, I’ve already answered your question."

Janice gritted her teeth and said, "Again!"