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

all. He just saw how tired Emily was and

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

asleep, Michael quietly walked over and smiled

a foggy mountain peak after a heavy

after Michael left, Emily finally got

it was almost noon, and

piece of crab

quickly washed up and rushed to Smith Corporation

promised to be Michael's secretary,

wouldn't rely on connections, so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was late, she had to get there as

Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the last person

daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was here to see her

she couldn't just ignore her. That would

I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress

nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she

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

"Well, enjoy your tour. I'm

said, "Hey,

Emily could take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance.

trying to

look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new

looked at

patent leather shoes,

This infuriated Evelyn.

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

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