The Wrong Woman

Fenna was taken aback by Nathan's sudden outburst. "I haven't done anything to Wanda," she hurriedly explained, "nor do I have the capability to do so.

"We were simply sitting in the living room, having tea together. She's the one who asked me to talk to you."

Nathan's voice was firm and deliberate as he spoke, "Your role has been reassigned. Please proceed directly to your new position and refrain from bothering Chubs in the future." "I wasn't here to see her," Fenna clarified. "I was actually looking for you."

"Why were you looking for me?"

"I don't want to be transferred, and I won't comply," Fenna began. She wanted to say more, but Nathan's furious outburst interrupted her.

"Fenna, do you honestly believe you're entitled just because I've been lenient with you? I'm not your brother; I don't have the patience to coddle you. Leave right away."

Fenna felt aggrieved, and tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice was choked with emotion as she said, "Nate, why are you treating me like this? After over a decade of friend-"

"Please, don't bring up friendship," Nathan cut her off sharply. "I'm friends with your brother, not you. You're only here because of him. I've shown you some courtesy out of respect for him. Do you honestly think I care about you?"

Chubs' feelings are hurt, whether by you or your brother, I won't

job transfer, it's either you comply, or I resign. Also, you are

for a moment, words lingering on the tip of her tongue. However, the call was abruptly disconnected on the other end and replaced by a busy signal. As Fenna set

then retrieved her phone, slowly tucking it back into

her shortcomings, Fenna was

young and attractive. Why not pursue a relationship

you keep clinging to Mr. Morrison? He's married and deeply devoted to

Phoebe's advice, tears clouding her vision as she retorted, "You don't understand me

right. Perhaps I don't understand your perspective. But is it justified to hold onto

before; I don't

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or reciprocate my feelings," Fenna explained. "I just want to be by his side as his assistant, taking care of him for the rest of my life. As long as I can

headache coming on, Mila rubbed her temples and sank deeper

remained obstinate. Thus, she decided

to counsel Fenna had similarly been in vain, leaving her frustrated. With a cold snort, she remarked,

demanded, "Why are you speechless? How dare you criticize me? Take a good look at your