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.

snuggled back into the covers,

at all. He just saw how tired Emily was and lied

first day would be too much. He

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly walked over and

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

Michael left, Emily finally

it was almost noon, and she

to convince her to shove a piece of crab stick

rushed to Smith Corporation to

Michael's secretary, so

rules. Now that she was

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

to visit Michael, right? Why wouldn't she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly,

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

tone! Asking me 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

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

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

your tour. I'm

said, "Hey,

Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You haven't told

Evelyn was trying to

takes my place, then you can ask why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new

Emily looked at

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

This infuriated Evelyn.

last night when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness, slapped Emily across the