The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 134 The Appearance of the Actress

As soon as those words left his mouth, everyone went dead silent, heads down, not daring to make a peep or voice their opinions.

Now, about Michael's dad, he was the epitome of integrity and loyalty in the business world-a real stand-up guy.

A lot of folks here today had thrived thanks to his leadership, their companies growing and prospering under his watch.

But now, with the main company in hot water, all they could think about was getting out unscathed. Typical businessmen, sure, but still pretty disheartening.

Did things really have to get so intense? Was mutual destruction the only way out?

Their bickering didn't faze Michael one bit. He had no plans to be like his dad, sacrificing his own happiness for others.

With him, it was simple: either stick with Smith Corporation through thick and thin or hit the road and fend for yourself. Remove the CEO? Only over his dead body!

And what scandal? He hadn't done anything wrong, so why should he step down?

Thinking this, Michael's thick eyebrows furrowed, a cold glint flashing in his narrowed eyes.

He exchanged a look with Andrew, a half-smile playing on his lips, and addressed everyone. "I'll clear up all the online rumors in three days. If you still want to hold a shareholders' meeting to remove me, you'd better think about how you're going to explain it to me before asking for my explanation."

With that, Michael pushed the door open and walked out of the conference room, leaving the poor Andrew behind to deal with the aftermath.

The vibe in the CEO's office was pretty weird.

Emily walked in first, not expecting Jessica to ditch her team and follow her in alone. It was clear she was here to see Michael.

Emily, trying to be polite, poured Jessica some juice and asked, "Are you here to see Mr. Smith?"

her sunglasses, not even glancing at Emily, and coldly replied, "I remember Michael's assistant was a guy,

feel a bit ticked off. How many women had Michael

I'm just a temporary assistant,"

of regret. Her answer was too humble! She was Michael's wife, after

sofa, lazily crossing her legs like she owned the place. "Temporary? Where's

dragged out the word "temporary," making it clear she

thought she was all that! Just because she was famous, she could look down on people! The worst part was, she didn't treat her fans like this! Being two-faced wasn't a good look; she better watch

couldn't help but sneer

Michael

excitedly. "You're finally

slightly raised, her long neck like a proud white eagle soaring

a thief sneaking a

was Michael's wife, for

Michael say, "Go make a reservation at the new restaurant downstairs." Seriously? Michael was treating her like an

of emotions, like something was stuck

stood there for a long time before finally speaking, her voice tinged with

noon rolled around, Emily didn't go back upstairs; she

phone was on Do Not Disturb, and her cheeks occasionally felt

it only lasted a few seconds, it

was a piercing pain, a numbing pain, and eventually, her whole body

with Sophia. It wasn't because of her, nor was it because of any so-called public opinion storm. It was because Michael had a new choice, a better choice than

course, Michael had the right to choose the better option. What pained Emily was that Michael could choose anyone and love anyone, but he

nose tingled, and she felt a wave of grievance that made her want

calling her.

turned her head and saw Jessica squinting her eyes, greeting her. "What are