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.

back into the covers,

just saw how

on her first day would

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly

foggy mountain peak after a heavy rain; he

left, Emily finally got

and

to convince her to shove a piece of crab stick cheese toast into her

up and rushed to Smith

Michael's secretary, so she had

had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she

out the door, she ran into the last person she wanted to see:

she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was

just ignore

tone! Asking me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress of Emerald

a family of crazies. Spouting lies like it was nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write fiction. Emily sighed inwardly,

before leaving. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the energy to

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

said, "Hey, no

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

Evelyn was trying to take the upper

Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named Emily. Do you know Emily? The one standing right

that, Emily looked at

wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes, making her look down

This infuriated Evelyn.

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