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

a meeting at all. He just saw how tired Emily was and

so early on her first day would be too much. He figured she

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over and smiled

after a heavy rain; he wanted to

hours after Michael left, Emily finally got

almost noon, and she didn't have time

piece

quickly washed up and rushed

secretary, so she had to

so she had to play by the rules. Now that

she ran into the last person

wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was here to see her and stir up trouble. Emily asked, "What are

couldn't just ignore her. That would

bitch, what a tone! Asking me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress

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

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

enjoy your tour. I'm outta

said, "Hey,

step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You

trying to take the upper

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. Do you know Emily? The one standing right in

that, Emily looked at Evelyn with

patent leather shoes,

This infuriated Evelyn.

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