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?"

off her sunglasses, not even glancing at Emily, and coldly

off. How many

I'm just a temporary assistant,"

felt a pang of regret. Her answer was too humble! She

leaned back on the sofa, lazily crossing her legs like she owned the place. "Temporary? Where's Mr. Smith? When's he

word "temporary," making it clear

she was a celebrity, 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 out if she wanted a

couldn't help but sneer and curse

Michael

rushed forward and hugged him excitedly. "You're

her. She saw Jessica's chin slightly raised, her long neck like a proud white eagle soaring in the sky, so vivid and

a thief sneaking a peek at someone else's

Michael's wife, for crying out

about to straighten up and say something, she heard Michael say, "Go make a reservation at the new restaurant downstairs." Seriously? Michael was treating her like an assistant. Looked like

a mix of emotions, like

her voice tinged with bitterness, her expression showing a hint of self-mockery.

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

on Do Not Disturb, and her cheeks occasionally felt a

it only lasted a few seconds, it was

and eventually, her

nor was it because of any so-called

Of course, Michael had the right to choose the better option. What pained Emily was that Michael could

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

heard someone calling her. It was a woman's

her eyes, greeting her. "What are