No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 647

On the other end, Vanessa fell silent for a few seconds. “If you really want to take on Eleanor, you’ll need to show some real skill. That’ll sting her far more than anything else.”

Faye hesitated, suddenly reminded that Vanessa, for all her kindness, was only her half-sister—not someone she could truly rely on. In the end, she realized she could only count on herself.

A little of her composure returned. She let out a breath. “You’re right… but you and Mr. Goodwin can’t just drag things out forever, can you? You’re nearly twenty-eight. If you don’t marry into the Goodwin family while you’re young, how much longer do you plan to wait? Aren’t you worried he’ll change his mind?”

She couldn’t help but probe, hoping to get a hint of when Vanessa would officially join the Goodwin family. Faye had always wanted Vanessa’s backing for the Shannons.

“Ian’s been buried in work these past couple of years. I don’t want to pressure him right now,” Vanessa replied. Then she added, “Besides, I’ve got a charity performance coming up. I’ll be busy myself.”

“With your status, you still do these commercial gigs? Doesn’t that feel beneath you?”

“That depends on who’s hosting.” Vanessa’s tone was light. “This time, the mayor’s wife is personally involved in the fundraiser. Being invited is an honor.”

Faye knew Vanessa rubbed shoulders with the city’s elite—something she could never match.

“So what exactly did Eleanor do to you? Tell me about it,” Vanessa asked gently.

Faye bit her lip, embarrassed, and didn’t really want to get into it. She just sighed. “She’s stronger than I am. At work, she mocks and overshadows me at every turn. I know it’s because I’m not as capable, so I just put up with it.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Landing a spot on the core project at Meridian Dynamics is a dream for most researchers. Make the most of this opportunity. Remember, you only got on the team because I begged Ian for you,” Vanessa said.

Faye’s curiosity was piqued. “You really had to ask Mr. Goodwin for that? Wasn’t it just a casual mention?”

Vanessa laughed softly. “That’s one of the perks of being in a relationship. You’ll understand when you fall in love.”

Faye couldn’t help but wonder what kind of “asking” Vanessa had done—maybe it wasn’t just a simple request after all. She quickly stopped her imagination from running wild. “Sounds like you and Mr. Goodwin are really happy together.”

“Ian might seem cold on the outside, but he’s always been thoughtful with me,” Vanessa replied, her voice sweet.

Faye felt a pang of envy. It really did take skill to win over a man like Ian.

Maybe Vanessa was one of the few who truly saw a different side of Ian—the gentle, smiling, affectionate side.

“All right, I need to get back to work. Let’s talk soon. And try not to stress so much,” Vanessa said before hanging up.

After the call ended, Faye was lost in thought for a while. She faced the reality: if she wanted to hold her ground on the neurotech project, she’d have to work hard—and watch her back, in case Eleanor managed to push her out.

At three thirty that afternoon, Eleanor and Joel finished reviewing the data and settled into a quiet lounge for coffee.

Eleanor seized the chance to ask about research into rare blood diseases.

“The condition you mentioned is extremely rare, and it’s highly hereditary,” Joel said. “I once toured Dr. Smith’s hematology institute. If I remember right, Ian was the main investor.”

Vivian’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

As soon as they got home, Evelyn dropped her backpack and called out, “Wiz, I’m home!”

Wiz powered up immediately, his eyes curving into a cheerful expression as he rolled over to greet them. “Welcome home, Evelyn!”

“I want you to meet my best friend—this is Vivian,” Evelyn said, grinning at the robot.

“Hello, Vivian! I’m Wiz.”

Eleanor watched the two girls play with Wiz for a moment, then slipped off her coat and headed upstairs.

Evelyn turned to Wiz. “Wiz, call my dad—I want to tell him Vivian’s here!”

Wiz’s eyes blinked twice. “Calling Mr. Goodwin now—”

The call connected almost instantly. Ian’s deep voice came through the speaker. “Hello, Evelyn.”

“Daddy, Vivian came over to play today,” Evelyn said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Do you remember Vivian?”