The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 132

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 her sweet, beautiful

at all. He just saw

early on her first day would be too

Michael quietly walked over and smiled

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

after Michael left,

was almost noon, and she didn't have time

shove a piece of crab stick cheese

up and rushed to Smith

Michael's secretary, so she had to

the rules.

ran into the last person she wanted to see: Sophia's mom,

Why wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along?

battle mode, Emily knew she couldn't just ignore her. That would make her look

doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress of Emerald Lake Manor. I come and go as I please. Who are

She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write fiction. Emily sighed inwardly, her

thing Ava made her eat that toast before leaving. Otherwise, she wouldn't have

your tour. I'm

said, "Hey, no

a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full

was trying to take the

Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named

looked at

patent leather shoes, making her

This infuriated Evelyn.

heartbroken and crying,

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