The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 536

Phoebe noticed that Nathan's complexion wasn't too good, so she asked worriedly, "Mr. Morrison, are you okay?"

Nathan replied, "I'm fine."

Phoebe observed him for a while. Since he claimed that he was fine, she got out of the car.

She walked over to Cole. She poked at Cole's muscular chest and said, "Mr. Morrison asked you to drop me home."

Cole covered the spot Phoebe had poked, looking so excited that his ears turned red.

He immediately handed the car keys to Fenna then happily grabbed Phoebe's wrist. He said, "Alright, I'll send you home."

Phoebe was shy, so she withdrew her hand.

Cole's gaze was intense. His mind was filled with Phoebe's adorable and charming image.

Fenna glanced at Cole. She sneered as she said, "Look at you, worthless."

Ignoring Fenna, Cole walked with Phoebe toward the car behind them. He ushered their colleagues out of the car and drove away with Phoebe.

Nathan was making a call in the car. His expression was cold and gloomy.

Fenna didn't dare to approach.

Nathan dialed Donald's private cell phone number directly.

"Transfer Fenna." Nathan got straight to the point.

Donald sighed, "General Morrison, why is this issue cropping up again? Didn't I explain last time? Fenna is my daughter's best friend, and she insists on working by your side. I can't do anything about it.

"If I were to transfer Fenna, I'm afraid of my daughter throwing a tantrum. You know I'm a father who dotes on his daughter and I'm afraid of my daughter."

Nathan showed no mercy. His attitude was firm as he responded, "I'm sorry, but I'm also a husband who dotes on his wife. Fenna's presence is affecting my marriage now. If you don't transfer her, then transfer me."

"You're a Defense General, where else can you be transferred to?"

Nathan was furious. He demanded in a stern tone, "Transfer me back home, or I will resign and run my own business."

"What are you talking about?" Donald immediately panicked."Stop joking like this, it's not appropriate."

"Am I someone who jokes around?" Nathan retorted.

Donald hurriedly reassured, "Okay, let me think of a solution. I'll handle this matter properly."