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.

snuggled back into the covers, enjoying her sweet, beautiful

a meeting at all. He just

on her first day would be too

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly walked

peak after a

left, Emily finally got

then, it was almost noon, and she didn't

to convince her to shove a piece of

quickly washed up and rushed

to be Michael's secretary, so

wouldn't rely on connections, so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to get there as fast as

soon as Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the last

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, no

her, her face full of arrogance. "You haven't told

Evelyn was trying to take the

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

looked at Evelyn

leather shoes, making her

This infuriated Evelyn.

and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness, slapped Emily across