No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 554

There was no shortage of manipulation and deception in the business world.

“Eleanor, there’s no hidden agenda here. I just want to secure something for Evelyn’s future.” Ian’s expression remained as composed as ever.

Eleanor frowned. She’d seen firsthand just how calculating this man could be; winning back her trust wasn’t going to be easy.

Ian could tell she wasn’t buying it. Despite the lucrative offer laid out before her, Eleanor seemed utterly unmoved.

He knew if he put this share on the market, people would be fighting tooth and nail for it.

“Eleanor, setting aside our personal history, I strongly suggest you reconsider. The company will go public in less than three months,” Ian said, rising to leave.

At the door, he paused. “If you’re not comfortable making a deal directly with me, you can always have Ellington handle it.”

Eleanor clenched her jaw. “That won’t be necessary. I’m not interested in your so-called generosity.”

Ian’s hand lingered on the door handle for a moment, his chest rising almost imperceptibly. “Suit yourself.”

No sooner had he stepped out than Ellington nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling back at the sight of Ian’s expression. He could guess exactly what Eleanor had decided. Quickly, he hurried after Ian. “Mr. Goodwin, this investment opportunity is—”

But Ian didn’t even look back. He was genuinely angry this time, and walked off without another word.

Ellington let out a heavy sigh. That ten percent stake was as good as gone.

Watching Ian disappear at the end of the hallway, Ellington turned back just in time to see Eleanor exit the conference room. His face was a portrait of anxiety. “Ms. Sutton, did you...turn him down?”

Eleanor’s voice was calm. “Ellington, from now on, any cooperation with Goodwin & Co. needs my approval. Don’t make decisions on your own.”

Ellington sighed, uncertain. “Ms. Sutton, I’m not sure if I should say this—”

At that moment, Ian reappeared down the hall. He’d come back.

“Eleanor.” His voice was low and measured. “Let’s talk. Just the two of us.”

“There’s nothing left to say,” Eleanor replied flatly.

Ellington’s brief glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant. Ian’s return had meant there was still room to negotiate, but Eleanor slammed that door shut.

Ellington cleared his throat. “Ms. Sutton, could I have a word?”

Eleanor nodded, following him back into the conference room. Ellington quietly closed the door. “Ms. Sutton, you know I’m on your side. I realize you and Mr. Goodwin are like oil and water, but this investment—opportunities like this come once in a lifetime.”

He hesitated before adding, “As your investment advisor, I have to say, turning down Mr. Goodwin’s offer could mean losing out on at least a billion in potential profit.”

Eleanor said nothing at first. She walked to the window, gazing out at the city below. She knew full well that the pie Ian was offering almost certainly hid a hook.

“I stand by my decision.”

Ellington gave up trying to persuade her and focused instead on the investments they already had.

Back in the car, Gavin Young was waiting. When he heard the door slam, he glanced over to see his boss rubbing his brow, looking like he had a pounding headache.

“Mr. Goodwin, are you alright?” Gavin asked, concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. Just drive.” Ian leaned back, closing his eyes, though his brow remained furrowed.