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

just saw how tired Emily was and lied

her first day would

asleep, Michael quietly walked over and smiled

like a foggy mountain peak after a

Michael left,

was almost noon, and she didn't have time to

convince her to shove a piece of crab stick cheese

up and rushed to Smith Corporation to report

secretary, so she had to be

said she wouldn't rely on connections, so she had to play by the rules. Now that she

Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the last

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

Emily knew she couldn't just ignore her. That

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

was nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write fiction. Emily sighed inwardly, her

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

enjoy your tour. I'm outta

said, "Hey, no

take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You

was trying to take the

at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His

that, Emily looked at Evelyn with

she was wearing high-heeled patent leather

This infuriated Evelyn.

heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness,