The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 155 She Is My Wife

"Of course, it's me!"

"Me! I was the first one here after Mr. Anderson. This kind of opportunity should obviously go to me!"

"You all want to rub elbows with the upper class? How do you expect to chat with Mr. Smith without some culture?"

"Are you implying we're uncultured and just a bunch of country bumpkins?"

"Hey, you said it, not me. If anyone should go, it's gotta be me. I'm the most educated one here!"

"And how do you know you're the most educated? There's still a new person standing here!"

As they bickered, their eyes landed on Emily.

Emily, of course, wasn't about to fight over this, so she quickly stepped aside and fibbed, "Relax, I'm not as educated as you all, and I don't want to chat with him. You guys go ahead."

With a few fake smiles, Emily picked up her phone and texted Andrew: [Mr. Anderson, is there a spot for me in the secretary's office?]

Seeing it was a message from Emily, Andrew replied instantly: [Of course there is! Mrs. Smith, you can sit wherever you like. If there's really no space, you can take my spot for now. Thank you, Mrs. Smith.]

were about to get married, and there wasn't a single photo of his girlfriend on the desk. All the photos

of a feather flocked

the matter of who

the woman who had first spoken to Emily, was the most senior in the secretary's office after Andrew. Naturally,

of disdain. She then composed herself and

woman was slightly less imposing. In front of Emily, she tried to maintain a facade of calm. But she spoke clearly and logically. After a few rounds with her, Emily couldn't help but wonder, 'What kind of people

prestigious schools, each with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office

you think you can rule the secretary's office with your looks?

If you have a problem with me, take it up with the CEO's

Smith Corporation and assist Mr. Smith, instead of bickering and showing off." As she spoke, Emily gave the woman in front of

after all. But this girl, Nola Sharp, was dressed... well, let's just say her lace outfit was pretty embarrassing for Smith Corporation. "New girl, what kind of look is that?" Nola

were like daggers, piercing into Nola's gaze. Nola was

have a name. It's

"Emily Brown?"

that name

it seems like I've heard it

Emily's name sounded, the door to the

one with head held high,