The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 123 Another Wave Rises

Michael was stumped, no matter how hard he tried to figure it out. The usually confident CEO, who always had that superior vibe, looked pretty down today. Still driving Andrew's old, beat-up car, he didn't go back to the Smith Mansion or to Emerald Lake Manor, but instead returned to the Smith Corporation. From the parking lot to the top floor, as soon as the elevator doors opened, he saw Andrew waiting at the entrance.

Michael, surprised, asked lazily, "How'd you know I was coming back?"

Seeing Andrew's troubled look, Michael figured he was embarrassed about his old car. "I've already had the parking lot security take your car in for maintenance." With that, Michael reached into his pocket to return Andrew's car keys.

But Andrew, looking serious, said, "Mr. Smith, something's happened."

In the video, Michael and Sophia were acting all cozy, walking into the same room and staying there from late night until morning-a full eight hours without coming out.

A guy and a girl alone in a room? Anyone would think the worst, so no wonder the comment section was blowing up again.

[I knew the CEO of Smith Corporation was a fraud! Acting all high and mighty, but he's just a scumbag!]

[And that Sophia from the Brown family? She's no good either. They really are a perfect match!]

[Exactly, but I feel bad for Mrs. Smith. But hey, at least she'll get a chunk of the property after the divorce!]

[Yeah, a womanizer with lots of assets. We support Mrs. Smith! Let's help her get a divorce!]

itching for his divorce to happen. When Michael saw another report about his supposed affair, he

IP address was traced to a public internet café. We went there right away but haven't found anything useful so far. So, we're at a disadvantage now. Finding the mastermind is like

or not, find them," Michael

don't need to use this to smear me.

Andrew nodded in agreement.

the shareholders of Smith Corporation, except for the Smith family members, gathered in the main conference room

stood up. "Let's see what tricks

shareholders of Smith Corporation had been around for decades. If not, they were long-time friends of

of Mason, but not in front of Michael. What he said, they must listen to. What they said, he may or may not listen to. Pushing open the conference room door, Michael walked into a room thick with tension. Everyone gradually quieted down, their eyes glued to him as he made his way

were fixed ahead as he sat in the swivel chair, legs crossed, fingers gently tapping the desk. Those hands, which had impatiently signed countless contracts, now seemed to have all the time in the world, tapping slowly as if time itself had slowed

something from me?" Michael asked, breaking the

seen the video circulating online?" one of the shareholders

about that. Why else would they show

for a moment and replied, "Of course, it's trending. How could I pretend not to know?

like the incident never happened, as if he wasn't the protagonist. Combined with his nonchalant demeanor,

while you strictly demand others, you must also strictly demand yourself. But look at what you've done," one person

in no time, the shareholders' meeting turned into a complaint session. "Yes, Mr. Smith, you're younger than us. Technically, we're your elders who can scold

you know your words are harsh, you can choose not to speak," Michael retorted, growing impatient. His eyebrows raised slightly, his