No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 753

The situation was more complicated than it seemed. If Ian failed to win over the board members, there was a real risk they might unite against him. After all, Eleanor’s last three-year proposal to the board had mentioned the civilian applications of their research—Ian had merely moved up the timeline. Of course, that was only possible because their project had finally reached a stage suitable for civilian development.

Joel couldn’t grasp the intricacies of these business negotiations, but he trusted Eleanor. He took off his glasses and massaged his brow. “I understand. I won’t oppose this anymore.”

“Thank you, Joel.”

Joel could tell Eleanor wasn’t protesting too hard, which meant she must have her reasons. After all, she was the true originator of the Neural Interface Project’s theory—the one most qualified to make these big decisions.

Downstairs, Joslyn had prepared a generous meal. Eleanor and Joel came down together to the inviting aroma of dinner.

Ian was on the living room sofa, building blocks with his daughter. He looked up when they entered. Joel gave him a nod, his expression calm again.

But Ian frowned slightly. Joel seemed composed, his features relaxed—clearly, Eleanor had managed to convince him upstairs, and whatever she’d said had worked. As Ian mulled this over, his fingers unconsciously tightened around the plastic block in his hand.

As Joslyn bustled about, bringing out tea, Joel immediately headed into the kitchen to help her. Ian, meanwhile, drifted over to Eleanor’s side, his voice neutral. “Looks like Dr. Kingsley came around?”

Eleanor turned to glance at him but didn’t respond.

Ian raised an eyebrow. “Seems Dr. Sutton’s powers of persuasion are only getting better,” he remarked. After all, she’d once helped him sway the board, too.

Eleanor still didn’t reply. All she wanted was for this man to finish his dinner and leave as soon as possible.

From his spot, Ian watched Joel and Joslyn chatting in the kitchen. He knit his brows—Joel almost looked like the master of the house.

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