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.

that, she snuggled back into the

just saw how tired

her first day would be too much. He

Emily fell asleep, Michael quietly

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

Michael left, Emily finally

and she didn't

had to convince her to shove a piece of crab stick cheese toast

quickly washed up and rushed to Smith Corporation

secretary, so she had to be

play by the rules. Now that she was

out the door, she ran into the last person she wanted

flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn was

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

me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress of Emerald Lake Manor. I

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

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

said, "Well, enjoy your tour. I'm

"Hey,

step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of

was trying to take the upper

why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His current wife is named Emily. Do you know Emily? The one standing right in front of

Emily looked at

was wearing high-heeled patent leather

This infuriated Evelyn.

crying, Evelyn,