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.]

this guy was really just like his boss. They were about to get married, and there wasn't a single photo of his

a feather flocked

the matter of who would chat with

office after

the secretary's office, Emily felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and turned to help Andrew

to Laura, this 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,

all top graduates from prestigious schools, each with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the

you listening to me? If you keep this up, I'll call Mr. Anderson. Do you think you can rule the secretary's office with your looks? Dream on!" Emily retorted, "First, I never

me, take it up with the CEO's office." "Third, I'm sitting at Andrew's desk with his permission. I don't need to

instead of bickering and showing off." As she spoke, Emily

a workplace, after all. But this girl, Nola Sharp, was dressed... well, let's just say her lace outfit was pretty

turned icy. Her eyes were like daggers, piercing into Nola's

continued, "Fifth, I have a

"Emily Brown?"

name sound so

seems like I've heard

name sounded, the door to the secretary's office

Laura walked in, one with head