No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 31

"Yes."

"No problem—that's right up my alley. I'll have the photos for you within a week."

Eleanor decided to try him out first, keeping things strictly business for now.

"How much do you charge?"

"I'll need to see your husband's information first. Otherwise, it's hard to give you a quote."

Eleanor unlocked her phone and pulled up a picture. "His name's Ian. He's the CEO of Goodwin Investments."

"Wait, your husband is Ian Goodwin—the richest man in Ashford City?"

Seeing the shock on his face, Eleanor slipped her phone back into her purse. "If you think this is too much for you, we can forget it."

"No, no, I'll take the job! As long as you can pay, I'm in." The private investigator's eyes sparkled. This was a goldmine for him.

He hadn't even realized Ian was married. Mrs. Goodwin certainly kept a low profile.

Since he seemed confident, Eleanor continued to negotiate. They finally settled on three hundred thousand.

It was steep, but for her daughter's custody, Eleanor gritted her teeth and agreed.

"You'll need to cover some travel expenses upfront—about a hundred thousand."

Eleanor nodded and immediately transferred the money.

With her daughter gone and nothing urgent to do—the lab project wouldn't start until after the holidays—Eleanor checked the time and dialed Joel's number.

"Hey!"

"Joel, want to grab lunch together?" Eleanor asked.

"Sure! My treat."

"Henry, what's up?"

"Ian, about your new development project—I've got a friend who runs a design firm and he's really interested. Any chance you could meet him sometime?"

"Let's talk after the holidays. I don't have time before then."

"Sure, no rush. Oh, by the way, I just saw your wife—she was having lunch with Joel at the restaurant."

"Is that so?" Ian answered, his tone unreadable.

"Did you two have a fight or something?"

"No."

Henry gave an awkward laugh. He wasn't the meddling type anyway. "Alright, we'll talk later. I'm eating with friends. Catch up soon."

After he hung up, his friend nudged him. "Ian's married? Wasn't he dating that piano prodigy, Vanessa? I actually saw them together at the airport once, heading abroad."