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!]

When Michael saw another report about his supposed affair,

public internet café. We went there right away but haven't found anything useful so far. So, we're

not, find them," Michael

to use this to smear me. Contact the relevant departments immediately and issue another PR statement. Even if you have to turn Emerald

Andrew nodded in agreement.

except for the Smith family

stood up. "Let's see

had been around for decades. If not,

in front of anyone at Smith Corporation, even in front 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

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

from me?" Michael asked, breaking the

video circulating online?" one of the shareholders

was about that. Why

could I pretend not to

happened, as if he wasn't the protagonist. Combined with his nonchalant demeanor,

years. You should know that while you strictly demand others, you must also strictly demand yourself. But look

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

not to speak," Michael retorted, growing impatient. His eyebrows raised slightly, his deep eyes