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, enjoying her sweet,

all. He just saw how tired Emily

her get up so early on her first day would be

asleep, Michael quietly walked over and

he was thinking was like a foggy mountain peak after a heavy rain; he wanted to see clearly but just

hours after Michael left,

noon, and she

convince her to shove a piece

and rushed to

Michael's secretary, so

the rules. Now that she was late,

stepped out the door, she ran into the last

she bring her flirty daughter along? Clearly, Evelyn

knew she couldn't just ignore her. That would

"Oh, you bitch, what a tone! Asking me what I'm doing here? I'm the mother of the future mistress

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

that toast before leaving. Otherwise, she wouldn't

your

"Hey, no

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

trying to take

sneered and replied, "When your daughter takes my place, then you can ask why I'm here. Take a good look at Emerald Lake Manor, the new villa of the Smith family president. His

that, Emily looked at

high-heeled patent leather

This infuriated Evelyn.

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