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.]

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

a feather

this, the matter of who would

secretary's office after

felt a wave of disdain. She then composed herself and turned to

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

and grace, but they wasted their talents gossiping in the secretary's office all

rule the secretary's office with your looks? Dream on!" Emily retorted, "First, I never said I

with me, take it up with the CEO's

let's 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 front

workplace, 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 noticed Emily's unfriendly gaze and immediately snapped

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

I have a

"Emily Brown?"

that name

like I've heard it

sounded, the door

with head held