No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 658

Xavier set down his fork and said, “It wasn’t just me. Someone else went too.”

“Oh?” Ian narrowed his eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. “Who?”

“His name’s Mansfield. He works in the military district—a major general, actually.” Despite Xavier’s calm tone, a trace of anxiety crept onto his face.

Ian’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Feeling the pressure now?”

It was only last night that Xavier had learned he wasn’t the only one pursuing Eleanor. Now, a formidable rival had appeared—one he knew nothing about.

Ian paused mid-slice, his knife hovering over the steak. “I’ve actually met Major General Ellington before.”

Xavier’s gaze sharpened. “You know him well?”

He never imagined he’d one day be fishing for details about a rival in love from Ian of all people.

Ian cut a piece of steak and brought it to his mouth with practiced ease. “Mansfield isn’t just anyone. His family background is far beyond what you or I could hope to reach.” He looked up, locking eyes with Xavier. “Especially his father.”

Xavier’s brow furrowed. “Who is his father?”

Ian arched an eyebrow, a sly glint in his eyes. “Think about it—the Ellingtons in politics.”

Xavier’s glass of wine froze halfway to his lips. He frowned, running through the list of powerful Ellingtons in government, and then his head snapped up in sudden realization.

Ian, ever the perceptive friend, caught the change immediately and nodded. “You’ve got it.”

Xavier remembered now—Ian had once mentioned Eleanor had met with the Secretary of State in Kingston.

For the first time, as heir to a financial empire, Xavier felt just how powerless wealth could be in the face of true authority.

Without a word, Ian refilled Xavier’s glass, then raised his own. “Let’s have a toast.”

Xavier clinked his glass against Ian’s. For a moment, neither spoke—each lost in his own thoughts.

When Henry walked in, he immediately sensed the tension hanging in the air.

He glanced from Ian, who seemed calm as ever, to Xavier, who looked as though he’d just lost the will to live.

Did Xavier just get dumped?

Wait—were he and Eleanor ever actually together?