No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 145

This time, two tall men in sharp suits stepped down from the SUV and greeted her politely. "Good afternoon, Miss Sutton. We're your new security detail, sent by Mr. Goodwin. From now on, we'll be responsible for your safety wherever you go."

Eleanor paused, caught off guard. Ian had sent people to protect her?

She remembered how Ian had brought up the incident at the chemical plant. Only Joel had known she'd been targeted there, so she'd guessed Joel must have told him.

Eleanor nodded slightly, though her mind raced. Was Ian really just protecting her, or was he keeping tabs on her?

He couldn't possibly suspect there was something going on between her and Joel… could he?

Pushing the thought aside, Eleanor went about her business. She stopped in front of Jude Vaughn's office. When Jude saw her, his expression was one of utter disbelief, as if he'd just spotted a rare animal.

"Jude, what's with that look?"

"You aced it. How on earth did you pull that off?" Jude crossed his arms, still staring at her in surprise.

"You mean the assessment?" Eleanor grinned.

"You never fail to surprise me. I had no idea Miss Sutton was training you to be such a prodigy behind the scenes. Come on! Let's go see Dr. Lyman." Jude chuckled, shaking his head in amazement.

Eleanor finally let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Passing the test meant she was now eligible to take the fast-track exams.

Dr. Lyman was just as impressed when they sat down in his office. He had personally reviewed her assessment.

"Elliot's done a remarkable job raising you, Eleanor. I'm genuinely delighted for him. We're making an exception and allowing you to take the advancement exam. Are you ready?"

"I plan to apply to graduate school right after I finish my undergrad," Eleanor replied.

Jude burst out laughing. "You really don't hold back, do you? If your results are as good as I think, you should just skip the application and go straight through!"

At the front was Ian, perfectly composed, walking beside Vanessa, who wore an elegant white lace gown. The two of them—one in black, one in white—looked striking together.

Behind them were Xavier and Henry, two names that carried weight across the entire Ashford business scene. Any one of the three could shake the city's corporate world with a single word.

And there was Vanessa, poised and graceful in their midst, like a treasured white fox among a pack of wolves.

Paparazzi hovered nearby, their cameras snapping away. After all, these weren't just people of influence—they were stunningly photogenic as well.

Xavier's sharp eyes caught sight of Eleanor. She stood there in a simple white blouse and jeans—unassuming, but impossible to overlook.

Vanessa smiled and waved at one of the cameras, but as her gaze drifted to Eleanor, her smile froze mid-gesture.

How did I not know Ian had invited Eleanor too?