No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 761

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Eleanor really had just gone to the restroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she let out a slow breath, trying to ease the tension in her shoulders.

“Well, look who’s the center of attention today.” A voice, laced with obvious hostility, cut through the quiet behind her.

In the reflection, Eleanor saw Serena leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, a mocking smirk tugging at her crimson lips.

Eleanor didn’t turn around or bother to answer.

“So, what did you do to get my brother to invite you up on stage?” Serena pressed, her tone sharp. “There are plenty of people here with more credentials and reputation than you. Yet somehow, you’re the one giving the speech. Don’t tell me you didn’t pull strings with my brother—I’d never believe that.”

Eleanor shot her a cold look in the mirror, but remained silent.

Serena’s irritation flared at the silent treatment. She scoffed, her voice icy. “You know as well as I do, you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my brother propping you up. But don’t get greedy, Eleanor. Don’t overstep.”

Only then did Eleanor finally turn to face her. Serena was dressed head-to-toe in designer Chanel, her makeup flawless, though the bitterness twisting her features ruined any sense of elegance.

Eleanor calmly took a paper towel and wiped her hands. “Serena, before you lecture me, maybe you should ask your brother who’s really trying to take advantage of whom.”

Serena hesitated, thrown off for a moment, then gave up any pretense. She let out a cold laugh. “Fine, I’ll spell it out—stay away from my brother. Stop using your status as his ex-wife to get what you want.”

The second Eleanor heard that, she knew exactly whose handiwork this was. Vanessa had clearly been poisoning Serena’s mind—Serena used to have a mind of her own, but ever since she started hanging around Vanessa, she’d become little more than a pawn.

“Did Vanessa put you up to this?” Eleanor shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm as she tossed the crumpled towel in the trash. “If she’s so worried, maybe she should try keeping a closer eye on your brother instead of sending you to fight her battles.”

Serena’s face darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to come between me and Vanessa?”