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,

He just saw how tired Emily was and lied on

so early on her first day would be too much. He figured she should ease into

fell asleep, Michael quietly

mountain peak after a

hours after Michael left,

noon, and she

to shove a piece of crab

washed up and rushed to Smith Corporation

secretary, so she had

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

ran into the last person she

flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn

battle mode, Emily knew she couldn't just

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

nothing. She shouldn't be a mistress's mom; she should write fiction. Emily

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

enjoy your

"Hey, no

could take a step, Evelyn grabbed her, her face full of arrogance. "You haven't

trying to take

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.

Emily looked

leather shoes, making her look

This infuriated Evelyn.

came home heartbroken and crying, Evelyn, feeling a surge of maternal protectiveness, slapped

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