No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 114

Vanessa had barely left when a woman's anxious voice called from the hallway, "Excuse me, is Miss Shannon here?"

Eleanor turned to see a young woman standing in the doorway, arms full of roses.

Sensing the tension in the room, the girl quickly offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry to interrupt."

She hugged the bouquet closer and slipped away as quietly as she'd come.

Eleanor didn't have to guess who those flowers were from.

Ian, for his part, looked completely unbothered. "My mother's watching Evelyn tonight. You don't need to worry," he said coolly.

"Tell your sister to bring Evelyn backstage. I'm taking her home," Eleanor replied, eyes fixed on him.

"Let her stay till the concert's over," Ian insisted.

"If you won't call, I'll find her myself." Eleanor knew better than to rely on him. Ian couldn't wait for his daughter to witness Vanessa's grand performance—he wanted her to idolize Vanessa, to pave the way for the day Vanessa became her stepmother.

Not bothering to wait for Ian's answer, Eleanor spun on her heel and strode out. Joy was waiting in the corridor and stepped forward. "Is your daughter inside?"

"No," Eleanor said curtly. But as she spoke, a thought struck her—there was someone else who might help.

Xavier.

He might be here tonight.

Meanwhile, backstage, Vanessa had just spotted the girl with the flowers and couldn't help the hopeful spark in her eyes. Were these from Ian?

"Miss Shannon, a guest ordered this bouquet for you through our shop," the attendant said, smiling.

Vanessa's assistant took the roses, and Vanessa reached for the card tucked inside. Her smile froze for a moment.

The sender wasn't Ian.

It was Henry.

"Put them somewhere safe," Vanessa said, her tone distracted. She couldn't afford to lose focus now—her big performance was moments away.

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