The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 132

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 sweet, beautiful

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

her first day would

Michael quietly walked

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

after Michael left, Emily

then, it was almost noon, and she didn't

a piece of

quickly washed up and rushed to Smith

Michael's secretary,

by the rules. Now

as Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the

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

knew she couldn't just

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

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

eat that toast before leaving. Otherwise,

your tour. I'm outta

said, "Hey, no

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

to

ask why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife

looked at Evelyn

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

This infuriated Evelyn.

back to last night when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying,

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