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 sweet,

meeting at all. He just saw how tired

first day would be too much. He figured she should ease

fell asleep, Michael quietly

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

after Michael left,

and she didn't have time to

a piece of crab stick cheese

rushed to

to be Michael's secretary, so she had to

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

door, she ran into the

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

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

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

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

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

enjoy your tour. I'm

said, "Hey,

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

Evelyn was trying to take

replied, "When your daughter takes my place, then you can ask why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family

Emily looked at Evelyn with

wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes, making her look

This infuriated Evelyn.

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