No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1347

Ian's white hair had become his unique trademark in wealthy circles, so the two women recognized him at once.

The sunlight outlined the smooth lines of his shoulders and neck and his toned back. The navy blue golf shirt made his physique look even sharper.

He then executed a fluid backswing and turn, the entire motion seamless.

It was both powerful and elegant.

The small white ball was struck with precision, flying through the air in a perfect parabola and landing steadily in an ideal position.

The two women on the side secretly snapped several photos, then began to egg each other on. "Go on, go talk to him! Seize the opportunity, get Mr. Goodwin to teach us how to play."

"You go! Hurry up!"

Their conversation reached Eleanor's ears. They hadn't even noticed her, their eyes completely captivated by Ian on the course.

Eleanor narrowed her eyes as she watched him. At that moment, Ian was indeed very—dazzling.

Just as the two women were still hesitating, Ian was already walking back toward them. They immediately got excited, planning how they would approach him.

But they quickly realized his gaze was fixed on the woman under the parasol next to them. It dawned on them that he had company. They blushed with embarrassment and fell silent.

They looked at the woman under the parasol. She was dressed in a white golf outfit, exuding a refined and composed elegance. Her profile was so beautiful it was impossible to ignore.

Ian walked straight to Eleanor's side. He had finished his bottle of water, so he casually picked up the bottle Eleanor had just set down and took a lingering sip, and kept it in his hand.

Eleanor noticed and frowned slightly but said nothing.

"When are we heading back?"

"I've booked a restaurant for lunch. We can leave now," Ian said in a low voice.

Afterward, they left the golf course and went to a quiet, upscale restaurant nearby. Perhaps because they had once been married, there was little awkwardness or restraint between them. Even without conversation, the atmosphere felt natural and casual.

During the meal, Ian didn't intentionally bring up personal topics. Instead, Eleanor asked a few questions about Aaron, wanting to know more about her investor.

Ian answered in detail, reassuring her that she could accept his investment without any worries.

She read the contents carefully, her expression growing more and more solemn as she did. The notebook contained research ideas and experimental data on early intervention treatments for leukemia.

The handwriting was messy but filled with an urgent energy. It was clear her father had been completely immersed in this research at the time.

As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly saw several boarding passes for round-trip flights to Drexford tucked between the pages.

Eleanor was stunned for a few seconds. Were these notes her father had written in Drexford? Why were there round-trip tickets to Drexford?

Could it be that the research her father was conducting in Drexford back then wasn't on blood disorders, but on leukemia?

Her heart began to beat faster. Why would her father abandon his primary field of expertise to devote the last two years of his life to leukemia research?

The notebook was thin, and she quickly reached the last page. She saw a note her father had written above a line of data: "Data questionable, must be re-verified."

After reading her father's conclusions, she suddenly recalled that the theories in the leukemia materials Professor Smith had given her were almost identical. Could it be that what he had given her was her father's research?

Eleanor took a deep breath and picked up the phone to call Professor Smith.