No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 757

Henry seemed to remember something and hurried ahead to arrange the seating. He claimed the far-right seat in the second row for himself and had already asked the staff to reserve three more spots.

After Serena and Vanessa sat down, Serena glanced up at the screen, where a promotional video was playing—a montage of photographs taken at the hospital. Three of them featured Eleanor. The sight made Serena uncomfortable, her chest tightening. She turned to look at Vanessa, who remained utterly composed, as if the images hadn't affected her at all.

Serena thought to herself that Vanessa was able to stay calm because she knew how to see the bigger picture. After all, this was the launch of her eldest brother’s foundation—Vanessa wouldn’t let personal feelings get in the way.

Serena took a quiet, steadying breath, trying to follow Vanessa's example and suppress her own sense of injustice.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed. The host’s voice rang out, bright and enthusiastic: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the president of Goodwin & Co., and chairman of the Goodwin Biomedical Foundation, Mr. Ian Goodwin, to deliver his opening remarks!”

Applause filled the hall as Ian stepped onto the stage, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame. Several people in the audience noticed he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses today, which lent him a scholarly, refined air.

Serena spotted him immediately and smiled, leaning in to whisper, “My brother looks even more handsome with glasses, doesn’t he?”

And wasn’t it a little suspicious that he’d chosen those glasses specifically to boost his appeal tonight?

Vanessa’s gaze sharpened. It was impossible to deny that Ian was magnetic this evening, but this was the first time he’d made even the slightest change to his usual appearance. It wasn’t like him at all.

Vanessa glanced around the room, searching for Eleanor. She’d already checked the schedule and knew Eleanor was slated to speak later, so she must be here somewhere.

Unconsciously, Vanessa tightened her grip on her purse.

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