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

a meeting at all. He just saw how tired

would be too much.

fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over and smiled to

was thinking was like a foggy mountain peak after a heavy rain;

after Michael left, Emily finally

it was almost noon, and she didn't

convince her to shove a piece of crab stick cheese toast into her

and rushed to Smith Corporation to

promised to be Michael's secretary, so she had

on connections, so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to

ran into the last

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

she couldn't just ignore her. That would make her look

the mother of the future mistress of

crazies. Spouting lies like it was nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write

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

your

said, "Hey,

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

trying to take

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

looked at Evelyn with

was wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes, making

This infuriated Evelyn.

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