No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 414

Byron was beginning to regret agreeing so quickly to let Faye take over. If only he’d insisted on Eleanor going on stage that Monday, none of this mess would have happened.

The morning meeting began, and Faye waited anxiously for Byron to announce the final decision about her presentation.

But Byron only addressed a few routine matters before wrapping up the meeting. As everyone began to stand, he glanced at Faye. “Faye, could you come by my office for a moment?”

Faye was caught off guard, but hope fluttered in her chest. She gathered her carefully printed speech and hurried to Byron’s office.

“Vice President Chase, is there something you wanted to discuss with me privately?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Byron sighed. “Faye, here’s the situation. After a discussion among upper management, it’s been decided that Eleanor will still be the one presenting the AI Biotech segment. You’ll be the backup.”

The color drained from Faye’s face. Her grip tightened on the stack of papers, knuckles turning white.

“What? That’s not fair!” she protested, struggling to keep her composure. “I’ve already prepared everything. I stayed up for nights getting this ready!”

“It’s a decision from above,” Byron said, helpless. “We do believe you’re very talented, Faye.”

“Who made that call? Did Mr. Goodwin sign off on this?” she demanded, biting her lip, eyes brimming with tears.

Byron hesitated, then answered bluntly. “This was Mr. Goodwin’s decision.”

Faye stared at him in disbelief. The tears she’d been holding back finally spilled over. Ian? This was Ian’s idea?

Was this Eleanor’s twisted way of humiliating her?

Eleanor looked at her calmly. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb!” Faye shot back. “You publicly handed me the chance, then went behind my back and begged Mr. Goodwin to take it away. If that’s not messing with me, what is?”

Eleanor’s frown deepened. “I didn’t do that.”

“Stop pretending! If you didn’t, then why did Mr. Goodwin specifically ask for you to go on stage?” Faye’s hands were balled into fists at her sides.

Eleanor faltered at that, caught off guard. Ian had asked for her to present? She met Faye’s gaze, her tone even. “Trust me, I have no interest in fighting you for this.”

If Ian wanted her on stage, well then—he could beg her for it himself.