“I’ve heard about that project too, but unfortunately, it was shut down due to the high costs,” the doctor said with a sigh.
Ian’s eyes sharpened. “Oh? Which researcher managed to pull off something like that?”
The doctor shook his head. “I can’t recall the name. Just that it was a young researcher. The experimental data was kept strictly confidential, and once the funding dried up, the project was terminated.” He couldn’t help but add, “It’s a real shame. If they’d been able to keep going, who knows what breakthroughs they might have achieved by now.”
A thoughtful glint passed through Ian’s gaze.
“Getting interested in this field, Mr. Goodwin?” another expert teased with a friendly smile.
Ian’s lips curved up. “Indeed. Meridian Dynamics is preparing to invest in this area for our next round of research.”
“If you’re serious, you should reach out to Drexford’s lab—track down that researcher and bring her on board. Who knows, she might help you make history in medicine!”
Ian nodded. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
If he wanted to keep Eleanor, the only way was to offer her the most cutting-edge research—something she’d never resist.
It looked like he’d be making another trip to Drexford very soon.
“If Meridian Dynamics manages to break new ground here, the next Nobel laureate could come from your company,” someone joked.
Ian’s smile deepened. “That’s precisely the plan.”
Just then, a white Bentley pulled out of the underground parking garage, catching Ian’s eye. He watched it glide away, gaze intent, even as the conversation continued around him.
Eleanor arrived at the lab just as Joel returned from a meeting. He hadn’t seen her in ages, and as soon as he spotted her, he came hurrying over.
“Eleanor, is it true you’re leaving the lab?” Joel’s voice was edged with concern.
After all, he’d returned from abroad because of her. He’d thought they’d always be colleagues, growing together in the field.
Eleanor gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Joel. It was a sudden decision—I haven’t had a chance to tell everyone yet.”
Joel sighed, understanding all too well. He knew working under Ian hadn’t been easy for her.
“I get it, I do. Still… I hate to see you go.” He let out another long breath.
“I’m just leaving this lab, not science. We’ll cross paths again, I’m sure,” Eleanor reassured him.
“With your talent, I’m sure every top research team will be fighting to recruit you. Even the national team would love to have you join.” Joel managed a smile, then hesitated before adding, “Has he agreed to let you leave?”
Joel was visibly disappointed, but he respected her decision. “Alright. Let’s keep in touch. I’ll see you around.”
With that, Joel checked his watch and walked off—never glancing in Faye’s direction.
Faye’s heart sank, but she mustered a smile and walked up to Eleanor. “You’re really leaving, huh? Just… when you catch up with Joel in the future, don’t bring up Meridian Dynamics’ core projects. It’s bad form in our field, you know?”
Eleanor couldn’t be bothered to respond to her paranoia and simply turned to leave.
“If you ever end up fighting over patents in court, it’ll get ugly,” Faye added, her voice tinged with warning.
All she received was Eleanor’s retreating back. Faye bit her lip, her own expression darkening.
Still, as she thought about Eleanor leaving—meaning no more chance to get her hands on the best projects—Faye’s mood brightened a little. Especially since she’d heard last night that Meridian Dynamics had something big on the horizon.
Back at her office, Eleanor heard her phone buzz. A message from Ian: “I’ll be away on business for a month. If Evelyn asks about me, please reassure her.”
Eleanor frowned, not even bothering to reply.
It was almost laughable—when they were married, he’d never bothered to check in. Now that they were divorced, he thought she owed him an explanation?

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