No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 162

Vanessa and Henry's younger sister strolled through the manor gates together, chatting and laughing like old friends.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Eleanor's eyes, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She knew Vanessa was the darling of Ian's social circle.

Both Henry and Xavier treated her well; whenever there was an important event, Vanessa was always on the guest list.

"Mrs. Shannon, you're here too!" Evelyn looked up at Vanessa in surprise.

Vanessa bent down with a warm smile. "I am! Are you happy to see me, Evelyn?"

Evelyn's face lit up. "Very happy." Then, just as quickly, she turned her attention back to feeding the little bunny in her hands.

Vanessa straightened, her appearance meticulously styled. She wore a flowing bohemian dress, her long hair braided and draped loosely over her shoulder—effortlessly chic, with a playful, relaxed charm.

"Miss Sutton, we meet again," Vanessa called out, flashing Eleanor a friendly smile.

Eleanor ignored her, eyes fixed elsewhere. Vanessa bit her lip, a rare touch of frustration showing. Eleanor had been the center of attention lately—word was, she'd even managed to graduate early. Vanessa had heard it all from Faye, and though she couldn't hide her envy, Faye insisted it was nothing to fret over.

After all, these were just remnants of Eleanor's father's influence before his passing. Soon, their laboratory would launch a new round of research.

Faye had said it was cutting-edge medicine, with whispers of AI involvement—fields Eleanor's father had never even touched. When that began, it would be clear to everyone whether Eleanor had real talent or was just a paper figure propped up by legacy.

Vanessa glanced toward the group of men deep in conversation, then made her way to the gentleman pouring himself tea.

"Miss Sutton, hello! I'm Hannah Holt. It's so nice to meet you," Hannah greeted her with genuine warmth.

"Nice to meet you too," Eleanor replied politely, offering a gentle smile.

Hannah studied Eleanor with open admiration. By now, Eleanor's reputation had grown far and wide.

"How old is your daughter?" Hannah asked.

"She'll turn five next week," Eleanor answered, her smile softening.

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