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.]

phone and sat down at Andrew's desk. But this guy was really just like his boss. They were about to get married, and there wasn't

of a feather flocked together,

the matter of who

office after Andrew. Naturally,

Laura strut out of the secretary's office, Emily felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and turned to help Andrew with the documents on his

up trouble. Compared 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

with their own style and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office all day. No

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

a thing. If you have a problem with 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

focus on working together to create greater benefits for Smith Corporation and assist Mr. Smith, instead of bickering and showing off." As she spoke, Emily gave the woman in

say her lace outfit was pretty embarrassing for Smith Corporation. "New girl, what kind of look is that?" Nola noticed Emily's unfriendly gaze

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

have a name.

"Emily Brown?"

that name

like I've

familiar Emily's name sounded, the door to

one with head held high, the other