The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 132 Making Trouble Out of Nothing

So, yeah, it was a pretty solid way to clarify the rumors to everyone. But ultimately, it was all for the sake of Mason and the Smith family.

Since they decided to put off the divorce, might as well go all the way with it. Emily had to keep telling herself that.

"Alright, fine. I'll go to Smith Corporation and be your secretary, but it's just temporary. Once I start working elsewhere, it's got nothing to do with you," Emily warned Michael. Michael popped a piece of ceviche into his mouth, chewing and raising an eyebrow. "Sure, whatever."

Emily agreed easily enough, but when it came to actually doing it, things got tricky.

She'd never really worked before; she just did some odd jobs here and there.

So, she never had to wake up early or deal with the misery of getting up in a bad mood.

You could say she was a carefree rich housewife, but only in name, not in reality.

Early in the morning, Michael got up.

He washed up, had breakfast, went for a five-mile run, came back, showered, and changed clothes.

Meanwhile, Emily was still in bed, yawning like crazy. "What time does Andrew go to work every morning?"

Michael replied, "Five o'clock."

Emily said, "Five o'clock?"

She was totally shocked.

Just as she was about to drag herself out of bed, Michael said, "I have a meeting this morning. You're not familiar with the process, so you can come in a bit later." "Then I'll sleep a bit more," Emily said.

the covers, enjoying

meeting at all. He just

her first day would be too much. He

Michael quietly walked over and smiled

a foggy mountain peak after a heavy rain; he wanted to see

left,

and she didn't have

shove a piece of crab stick cheese toast

washed up and rushed

promised to be Michael's secretary, so she

so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to get there as

she ran into the last

visit Michael, right? Why wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly,

Emily knew she couldn't just ignore her.

I'm the mother of the future

like it was nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write fiction. Emily sighed

Ava made her eat that toast before leaving. Otherwise, she

said, "Well, enjoy your tour. I'm

said, "Hey,

could take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You haven't told

to take

your daughter takes my place, then you can ask why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named Emily. Do you

looked at

patent leather shoes,

This infuriated Evelyn.

night when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness, slapped Emily across the