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

at all. He just saw

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

fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over and

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

after Michael left, Emily finally got

it was almost noon, and she didn't

piece of crab stick

quickly washed up and rushed to Smith

to be Michael's secretary,

connections, so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to get there as fast

ran into the last person she wanted to see: Sophia's

Michael, right? Why wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was

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

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 you

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

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

enjoy your tour.

said, "Hey,

could take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face

trying to take the

sneered and 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

Emily looked at Evelyn with

patent leather shoes, making her look down on

This infuriated Evelyn.

Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge