No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 830

By accepting the junior role, Faye hoped to both make a good impression on Joel and have the opportunity to work alongside him. It was a compromise she was willing to make.

News that Faye had passed the assessment quickly spread through the lab. Gwenda, who was helping Eleanor organize files, brought it up. "Faye is pretty sharp, I guess. I heard she passed, even if it was just by a hair."

Eleanor, typing away at her keyboard, glanced up. "Good for her."

"Well, at least with her gone, you'll have some peace and quiet," Gwenda added.

After all, Faye often acted entitled, flaunting her connection as Mr. Goodwin's future sister-in-law.

Seeing Eleanor was already absorbed in her work again, Gwenda dropped the subject. Secretly, she was thrilled about Faye's transfer.

Just then, Callie came over to discuss an experiment with Eleanor. As they sat down to talk, Gwenda leaned in to eavesdrop but found the conversation bafflingly complex. The theories Eleanor was proposing were concepts she had never even heard of in medical school.

Meanwhile, Faye sat in a coffee shop, wanting to tell Vanessa the news. But she remembered Vanessa was traveling abroad for several months, and even more enviably, Ian was with her.

She figured Ian was taking her on a trip around the world to lift her spirits after her recent bad moods.

She decided to wait until tomorrow to share her news. Instead, she grabbed her purse and headed to her father's company. It had been a while since her last visit. Yeaton Holdings had recently acquired an office tower in the city center, and the building looked impressive in the late afternoon sun.

Faye stepped out of her car and walked into the grand, modern lobby of Yeaton Holdings. The receptionist's face lit up upon seeing her. "Good afternoon, Miss Yeaton."

"Hello," Faye said with a slight nod. She was so caught up in her lab work that she sometimes forgot her other identity: the heiress of Yeaton Holdings.

Here, she could soothe the bruised ego she'd suffered from the exam. Here, she was someone to be fawned over, not a research assistant desperately trying to prove her worth while living in Eleanor's shadow.

She headed for the executive elevator, and every employee she passed greeted her with a respectful nod.

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