No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 152

10 a.m.

Eleanor's phone buzzed with a call from Joel. He'd finished a round of research and wanted her to come by and discuss the results.

She grabbed her keys and headed for the lab, her car followed closely by the security detail.

As Eleanor stepped into the main lab hall, the people who recognized her greeted her warmly.

After being away for a week, Eleanor had no idea that rumors about her had started circulating through the research building and all across Ashford Medical University.

Just as she turned down the hallway, she nearly collided with Faye and Gwenda, who were on their way to a meeting.

Gwenda blinked in surprise. "Eleanor! What are you doing here? Are you coming to the meeting too?"

Before Eleanor could respond, Faye interjected, "She wasn't invited by the professor."

"I'm here to see Joel," Eleanor said simply.

Gwenda exchanged a knowing glance with Faye. "Well, we'd better hurry then, before Professor Langley gets impatient."

With a smug little smile, Gwenda turned to Eleanor. "We're off to the meeting, see you!"

In just a few words, Gwenda had made it clear that she'd already joined Simone's research group. Even if she was just an assistant, the new position was enough to make her giddy.

Eleanor walked to Joel's office and knocked before stepping inside. Joel looked up and smiled. "Come in—I've got something to show you."

She followed him into his lab, where he'd made progress on a case involving a cancer patient.

"Ellie, your ideas about using future AI and virtual cell technology to simulate tumor behavior are promising. I'd like to propose we dig deeper into this for precision drug design."

Eleanor's eyes lit up with excitement. "Joel, that's incredible."

"You inspired me," Joel admitted. "But my own skills aren't quite there—I can't achieve the level of accurate simulation you described. Ellie, I'd like to formally ask you to join the project. After all, you first proposed the theory, and I know you can take it further."

"Faye, let her in."

Faye faltered, then brushed past Eleanor without another word.

Eleanor entered, closing the door behind her. "Dr. Langley, do you have a moment?"

Simone, glasses perched on her nose and her silver-streaked hair swept back in a tidy bun, sipped her tea and gestured to the chair opposite. "Sit down."

Eleanor took the seat, her expression earnest. "Dr. Langley, I'd like to join your research team."

"You know my standards," Simone replied, her tone sharp. "Even if you're Elliot's daughter, I won't make exceptions."

Eleanor nodded. "I understand. I plan to take the accelerated exam. If I can graduate early, would you consider giving me a chance?"

"You're confident you can pull that off?" Simone's eyes narrowed. "Your father and I both finished every course by the book before we graduated. It wasn't easy, I can tell you that."