No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 582

“But the neural interface project is still just a pipe dream for now. At least it got my brother-in-law out of this mess and secured his place as CEO, so I guess that’s something,” Faye said.

On the other end of the line, Vanessa managed a strained smile. “Yeah, I suppose so.”

Faye hung up and bit her red lip, muttering to herself, “Eleanor—are you really that talented, or just ridiculously lucky?”

Meanwhile, Eleanor was resting in her office when Gwenda burst in, beaming. “Ellie, I heard you convinced the shareholders. That’s incredible!”

Eleanor looked tired. “At least they’re not pulling their investments anymore.”

Gwenda was genuinely impressed. Goodwin & Co. had been dominating the business headlines for days, and now, with a single speech, Eleanor had managed to turn the tide—even the shareholders who’d been dissatisfied with Ian left the meeting in good spirits.

“Eleanor, Mr. Goodwin really owes you a big thank you now,” Gwenda said.

“He doesn’t need to thank me. He can just keep his distance,” Eleanor replied coolly, straightening up her desk.

That afternoon, the latest headline about Goodwin & Co. broke:

‘Former Vice President Marcus of Goodwin & Co. Under Police Investigation for White-Collar Crime’

With that, Ian’s battle with the shareholders ended in a perfect victory.

Online chatter about Goodwin & Co. quickly died down. Even the tabloids stopped reporting on the scandal.

By four-thirty, Eleanor was headed to the parking garage when Vanessa’s car pulled up right beside hers.

Vanessa had come to pick up Faye for dinner, but she hadn’t expected to run into Eleanor leaving work.

“What a coincidence,” Vanessa said, stepping gracefully out of her car and greeting Eleanor.

Eleanor didn’t even acknowledge her.

“I heard you helped Ian out of this mess,” Vanessa continued, “As his girlfriend, I really do appreciate it.”

Eleanor, still outside her own car, heard her loud and clear.

“But no matter how wonderful an ex-husband is, he’s not yours anymore. Please remember that,” Vanessa added just as Eleanor slammed her car door shut.

Eleanor rolled up her window and drove off without a backward glance.

Just then, Faye appeared, shouldering her bag as she walked over from the lobby. She slipped into the passenger seat of Vanessa’s Ferrari.

“I just ran into Eleanor. She’s changed a lot,” Vanessa said as she started the engine.

“She really has,” Faye agreed, running her fingers through her hair. “She’s so arrogant at work, acting like Meridian Dynamics would crash and burn without her.”

Vanessa glanced over. “She didn’t get to you, did she?”

Faye snorted. “As if! I’m not that easy to knock down. No matter what happens, I’ll finish my PhD in a few years. I can build my career anywhere I want.”

Xavier’s gaze darkened with thought. Just then, he caught sight of a familiar car pulling up. A glimmer of recognition flashed in his eyes as he looked over.

Ian frowned, following Xavier’s line of sight. Eleanor’s car had just pulled in, and her silhouette was visible behind the wheel.

“She’s here,” Xavier said. Without another word, he strode toward Eleanor’s car.

Eleanor was scrolling through news on her phone when she sensed someone approaching. Expecting Ian, she braced herself for a chilly exchange—only to see Xavier coming her way.

She stepped out and greeted him with a warm smile. “You’re early today.”

“Yeah, I came straight from the office,” Xavier replied.

Eleanor glanced past him, locking eyes with Ian. Instantly, her smile faded and her expression grew cold.

“I heard from Ian that you were the one who settled the shareholder drama?” Xavier asked, eyes fixed on her, as if waiting for an explanation.

Eleanor turned her gaze back to him. “I was just doing my job—for the sake of my research project.”

Xavier liked that answer. He chuckled softly. “Well, whatever the reason, you did brilliantly.”

Eleanor tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks for the compliment.”

“What are you two talking about?” Ian’s voice interrupted, cutting through the moment.