No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 386

Faye let out a sudden, cold laugh, refusing to let up. “A theory is only as good as its results. What if the animal trials fail—”

Eleanor met her mocking gaze head-on. “I trust the data. Numbers don’t lie.”

Byron nodded in agreement. “Next, we’ll run a simulation demo, then work with the military to see how our nanobots perform in real-world scenarios.”

He glanced toward the camera in the corner of the room, a faint smile on his lips. “Let’s keep our confidence up, everyone. This is Meridian Dynamics’ most advanced research—there’s no room for doubt.”

That look wasn’t accidental. Byron knew someone else was watching the meeting remotely.

Ian Goodwin, who hadn’t had the time to attend in person.

At that very moment, Ian sat in his office with the curtains drawn tight. The conference room’s live feed played on the wall, Eleanor’s confident voice echoing through the quiet. Her eyes shone with conviction as she explained the data—a radiance that was impossible to ignore.

This version of Eleanor was dazzling, so much so he couldn’t look away.

A subtle smile tugged at his lips as the meeting wound down. He powered off the projector, stood, and headed for his own conference room.

Once the meeting ended, Byron called out to Faye. “Faye, could you come to my office for a minute?”

Byron was a naturally composed man. He fixed Faye with a steady gaze. “Faye, did you realize Mr. Goodwin was observing the meeting just now? When we’re presenting our most sensitive technology, I need you to be mindful of your words. Don’t undermine the team’s morale.”

Faye’s face paled. She hadn’t expected Ian to be listening in.

“In the future, whenever Mr. Goodwin can’t join an important meeting in person, he’ll be watching from HQ. Be especially careful not to publicly challenge Eleanor’s theories. We’ve come this far thanks to her work.”

Faye lifted her chin stubbornly. “I was just raising valid scientific concerns. Isn’t that the whole point of research discussion?”

Byron rubbed his temples, exasperated. “It’s obvious you were targeting Eleanor.”

Her expression shifted, and she twisted the hem of her jacket unconsciously. “I’m just worried about the risks. If these trials fail, Meridian Dynamics could take a huge hit.”

“Risk management isn’t your concern. Mr. Goodwin will handle it. You can go now.” Byron waved her off.

Faye left his office, her face a storm of conflicting emotions. She couldn’t deny the truth—Eleanor’s theory was revolutionary. That realization filled her with a mix of jealousy and fear.

If this project succeeded, Eleanor’s reputation would eclipse even her father’s. In the field of AI-driven nanomedicine, she’d be untouchable.

Eleanor’s theory was worth a fortune.

Back in her own office, Eleanor wrapped her hands around a mug of coffee, her eyes narrowing.

How absurd.

Ian had invited her to join this project, yet he’d kept the most crucial technical details from her. He’d always been cautious, but after the core algorithm was stolen and landed in Juliette Grayson’s lab, his approach had shifted from caution to outright distrust.

Byron broke off, scratching his head. Words weren’t really his thing.

“I know he likes to be in control of everything,” Eleanor finished for him. “Thank you for telling me, VP Chase.”

Byron cleared his throat. “Mr. Goodwin’s always been cautious. But honestly, he rarely offers explanations. You’re one of the few he bothers to clarify things for.”

In other words, this was unusual for Ian. He was breaking his own rules.

Eleanor smiled faintly. “I understand. I’m pleased with the project’s progress and I’ll give it my all.”

Byron looked as though he wanted to say more, but in the end, just nodded and stood. “Alright, I’ll let you get back to it.”

There was nothing more for him to say. He’d done his part.

For Eleanor, though, the explanation was unnecessary.

No one understood Ian better than she did.

He was cold, arrogant, emotionally unavailable, obsessed with control. He didn’t know how to respect people, let alone love them.

His request for Byron to explain things was just a formality—a reminder that, for now, their interests were aligned. Nothing more.