No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 173

Simone's notes were already in Eleanor's hands by the previous night. As for cellular research, Eleanor had more than enough experience from her years in the lab—she could speak off the cuff and still hold her own with ease.

Still, she'd prepared this time, careful to keep the presentation moving at her own rhythm.

Just then, Faye and Gwenda appeared at the doorway. They paused, taking in Eleanor's crisp white blouse and tailored pencil skirt, her long hair swept back in a simple knot, her makeup light, and her delicate features radiating understated elegance. She looked every inch the calm and poised academic.

Faye blinked, taken aback. Shouldn't Eleanor be sweating bullets right now? It was her first time on stage, and with so many distinguished scholars in attendance—where did she get this composure?

"Eleanor, you must be nervous, right?" Gwenda stepped forward, feigning concern.

Eleanor looked up and offered a small smile. "I'm all right."

"I bet you're just putting on a brave face," Faye pressed, determined to puncture that calm exterior.

Before Eleanor could reply, a staff member bustled in. "Eleanor, a group of international researchers just arrived. The university would like you to give your talk entirely in French. Is that going to be a problem?"

The room seemed to freeze. Suddenly, the stakes had been raised.

In French? The whole talk?

Faye's lips curled into a smirk. Now let's see how Eleanor gets out of this one.

"Eleanor, maybe Joel should take over instead," Gwenda suggested. "He'd have no trouble with this."

Faye jumped in, "Exactly, let Joel do it! We don't want to embarrass the university in front of our guests."

Eleanor turned to the staff member. "That won't be a problem."

Everyone stared at her, stunned. Did she really just say she was fine with it?

Faye's expression darkened. "Eleanor, don't be reckless. Do you even realize what you're getting into? This isn't the time to show off."

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