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 covers, enjoying her

meeting at all. He just saw how

early on her first day would be too much. He

fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over and

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

hours after Michael left, Emily finally

it was almost noon, and she

to convince her to shove a piece of crab

she quickly washed up and rushed to

be Michael's secretary, so she had to be

so she had to play by the rules. Now that she was

she ran into the last person she wanted to see:

showing up alone definitely wasn't to visit Michael, right? Why wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was here

just ignore her. That would make her

the mother of the future mistress of Emerald Lake Manor. I come and go as I please.

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

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

your tour. I'm

"Hey,

grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You

trying to take

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

that, Emily looked at

was wearing high-heeled patent leather shoes, making her look

This infuriated Evelyn.

to last night when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness,