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.

that, she snuggled back into the

at all. He just saw how tired Emily

get up so early on her first day would be

asleep, Michael quietly walked over and smiled to

like a foggy mountain peak after a

left,

almost noon, and she didn't have time to

a piece of

up and rushed

promised to be Michael's secretary,

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

Emily stepped out the door, she ran into the

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

knew she couldn't just ignore

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

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

toast before leaving. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the energy to deal with

your tour. I'm

"Hey,

her, her face full

to take the upper

here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the

that, Emily looked

leather shoes, making her look down on

This infuriated Evelyn.

when Sophia came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of

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