No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 758

At the same moment, all eyes from the front row turned to Eleanor as she approached. Meeting their gaze for a brief, unflinching instant, she looked away and walked on, her stride calm and unhurried.

She made her way to the stage.

Under the spotlight, Eleanor’s slender figure stood tall and poised. She hadn’t brought a single note or cue card; instead, she simply took her place at the microphone, her composure radiating confidence. Her gaze swept over the audience, steady and assured.

Front and center in the first row, Ian sat with his hands folded neatly over his knee, his gold-rimmed glasses framing a pair of eyes that never left the woman on stage.

“Good afternoon, everyone.” Eleanor’s voice was clear and melodious, carrying easily through the auditorium. “It’s an honor to stand here on behalf of the Goodwin Biotech research team.”

Behind her, the large screen flickered to life, displaying a series of complex data sets and graphs.

Many in the audience struggled to make sense of the numbers and diagrams. Turning slightly, Eleanor picked up a laser pointer and began to explain, breaking down the information into simple, engaging language that brought the science to life.

“Unlike conventional treatments—” she gestured to an animated sequence on the screen, “our technology can pinpoint the exact location of white blood cells, using AI-guided nanobots to deliver targeted therapy—”

A murmur of astonishment rippled through the crowd. People stared at Eleanor in disbelief, quickly realizing they were witnessing a genuine prodigy in action.

Just moments ago, the audience had been captivated by her striking looks. Now, her beauty seemed almost trivial compared to her brilliance.

On stage, Serena watched with a flicker of envy and admiration hidden in her eyes. She understood, perhaps better than anyone, that Eleanor was the kind of woman others aspired to be—confident, composed, and dazzling in her expertise. Tonight, she owned the spotlight with effortless grace.

Vanessa, seated nearby, seemed lost in thought. She looked at Eleanor, but her gaze was distant, as if it drifted back through memories she’d rather forget.

Once, Vanessa had flaunted her superiority in front of Eleanor without the slightest hesitation. Back then, Eleanor had seemed so ordinary—apart from her pretty face and figure, Vanessa couldn’t fathom why Ian would ever marry her.

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