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.

she snuggled back into the covers, enjoying her sweet,

a meeting at all. He just

would be too much. He figured she should

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly walked

like a foggy mountain peak after a heavy rain; he wanted to see

Michael left,

it was almost noon, and she didn't

had to convince her to shove a piece of crab stick

rushed to Smith Corporation to

to be Michael's secretary, so she had

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

Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the last person she wanted to see:

flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was

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

me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress of Emerald Lake Manor. I come and go as I

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

Ava made her eat that toast before leaving. Otherwise, she

enjoy your

"Hey, no

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

trying to take

the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named Emily. Do you

that, Emily looked

high-heeled patent leather shoes, making her

This infuriated Evelyn.

to last night when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling