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.

back into the covers, enjoying her sweet,

a meeting at all. He just saw

her get up so early on her first day would be too much.

asleep, Michael quietly walked over and

foggy mountain peak after

after Michael left,

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

her to shove a piece of crab stick cheese

up and rushed to Smith

secretary, so

by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to

the door, she ran into the last person she wanted to

flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was here to see her and stir up

couldn't just ignore

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 and go as I please. Who are

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

her eat that toast before leaving. Otherwise, she

enjoy your tour. I'm

said, "Hey, no

could take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You haven't told me why

was trying to

look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named Emily. Do you know Emily? The

Emily looked at Evelyn with

was wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes,

This infuriated Evelyn.

heartbroken and crying,