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 her

He just saw how tired Emily was and lied

first day would be too much.

fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over

foggy mountain peak after a

hours after Michael left, Emily

noon, and she didn't have time

her to shove a piece of crab

and rushed to Smith

Michael's secretary, so she

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

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

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

Emily knew she couldn't just ignore her. That would make her

snapped, "Oh, you bitch, what a tone! Asking me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress of Emerald Lake Manor. I come

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

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

your tour. I'm

said, "Hey,

a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face

Evelyn was trying to

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.

that, Emily looked at Evelyn

wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes,

This infuriated Evelyn.

heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of