No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 189

Eleanor didn't say anything right away. Instead, she moved through the lab, carefully inspecting the rest of the equipment. It didn't take her long to spot several machines that had clearly been refurbished—the subtle scuffs and mismatched parts gave them away. Even with new labels slapped on, you could see the telltale signs if you looked closely enough.

When she stepped out into the hallway, she found Joel cornered by Faye, who was animatedly talking his ear off. Joel glanced over as soon as he saw Eleanor and quickly excused himself. "Faye, let's talk another time."

"What, Joel? Is there something wrong with my suggestion?" Faye protested, clearly taken aback. She turned, following his gaze—and of course, she spotted Eleanor.

It never failed: whenever Eleanor was around, Joel's attention immediately shifted, and whatever patience he had for Faye evaporated.

Eleanor didn't bother with pleasantries. "Joel, have you seen Jude?"

"He's in the big office down the hall. Is something up?"

"Yeah, I need to talk to him," Eleanor replied with a nod.

Just then, Faye's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and lowered her voice as she answered. "Hi, Dad."

"Faye, I heard you all went over to check the lab equipment today. Everything's alright, isn't it?" Roland's voice came through the phone.

Faye had just done a quick inspection of her own lab. She laughed lightly, "Of course, everything's fine!"

"I got you all the newest models—no way there's a problem," Roland said, brimming with confidence.

But Jude was still shaking with fury. "Show me, Ellie. I want to see exactly how much secondhand junk he's slipped in here."

Eleanor led Jude and Joel back into her lab, pointing out the machines she'd already inspected. She stopped by a microscope. "See this one? The label says it's the latest model, but it's not. I checked the specs—they don't match up at all."

"This is outrageous," Jude muttered, jaw clenched. He'd poured half a year of work into getting this facility off the ground, and now, with everything so close to launch, it was all at risk because of this mess.

Joel's expression grew grim as well. "If there are this many refurbished units in just one lab, then it's likely the entire facility is compromised. The accuracy of our data—and every experiment we run—depends on this equipment. If something goes wrong, the consequences could be catastrophic."

Eleanor nodded in agreement. "There's no room for error in scientific research."