No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 176

Eleanor picked up a neon marker, signaling the official start of her presentation. She turned, gracefully alternating between highlighting key points on the screen and maintaining polite eye contact with her audience.

The complex scientific theories seemed to roll off her tongue as effortlessly as casual conversation. Her clear, melodious voice carried a quiet authority—soft but impossible to ignore.

In the audience, a dozen members of the visiting international delegation listened with focused attention. Some had even opened their laptops to take notes as she spoke.

Many in the room, especially the students seated toward the back, struggled to keep up with Eleanor's explanations. Fortunately, although she presented in French, English translations appeared on the screen behind her.

Ian watched her with an inscrutable gaze, his thoughts impossible to read. Xavier and Henry, on the other hand, followed every word with ease and were clearly captivated by the brilliance of her lecture.

Faye's fingernails dug into her thigh as she listened. She knew, deep down, that even understanding Eleanor's speech was a challenge for her—let alone delivering one so smoothly herself.

Halfway through the presentation, an attendant quietly brought a cup of tea to the lectern. Eleanor paused to take a few sips. As she set the cup down, a dark lock of hair slipped forward, accentuating the elegant curve of her cheek. Even behind her glasses, her eyes shone with intelligence and clarity.

When Eleanor turned back to the screen, her silhouette was outlined by her crisp blouse and tailored pencil skirt. Her slender, porcelain legs—graceful as sculpture—caught more than a few admiring glances.

Still, her ensemble struck a perfect balance between sophistication and professionalism, lending her an undeniable air of poise.

Across the aisle, Leo took a long drink of water, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Joel, seated in the front row's corner, tugged at his collar, his attention clearly diverted from the presentation itself.

Ian's gaze remained mysterious as ever, his thick lashes casting deep shadows over his eyes. Somewhere in the depths of his expression, an emotion flickered—something hidden, impossible to decipher.

Vanessa had wanted to leave ages ago, but for appearances' sake, she stayed put. She didn't understand a word of Eleanor's academic content, but she could tell Eleanor knew exactly how to seize the spotlight.

Anyone following the material, though, would realize Eleanor's lecture was nothing short of outstanding.

Just then, an enthusiastic male voice rang out, "Hi, Miss Sutton! We finally meet!"

Ian had only taken a few steps when he glanced back.

He saw Eleanor swept up in a joyful embrace by Noah, who could barely contain his excitement.

Rather than pulling away, Eleanor returned the hug, her arm slipping around Noah's waist in a gesture of genuine warmth.

Ian froze, eyes narrowing at the scene.

Xavier's gaze also zeroed in on Noah, glaring daggers at him for a full seven seconds.

Vanessa arched an eyebrow, watching the handsome, tall foreigner embrace Eleanor with such familiarity. There was no denying he was charming—and, at that moment, the center of everyone's attention.