No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 275

With the athletic meet behind her, Eleanor was once again immersed in her research. Foundational experiments demanded both patience and stamina—qualities she was now drawing on daily.

Fortunately, Callie proved to be a capable assistant, handling several of the animal trials for her. Thanks to his help, Eleanor made a few promising discoveries.

After a particularly exhausting round of experiments, Eleanor collapsed into the chair in her office, rubbing her temples. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Joy, forwarding her a link.

“This is infuriating.”

Eleanor clicked it open. It was an announcement—Vanessa had just been named the global ambassador for an international jewelry brand.

“A global ambassador? How on earth did she pull that off?”

Before Eleanor could respond, another message from Joy popped up—this time a vlog.

Eleanor tapped to play. On-screen, Vanessa appeared in a sleek black designer gown, a sparkling diamond necklace worth millions draped elegantly around her neck. She smiled serenely into the camera and said, “I’m deeply honored to have the brand’s trust and to become their global ambassador. I hope every woman knows she deserves love—just as someone once told me: you deserve the very best.”

Her fingers grazed the jewels at her throat, and she looked into the camera with a gaze that seemed to pierce right through the screen, as if speaking to someone specific.

Eleanor’s hand hovered, motionless, over her phone.

There was no question who Vanessa meant by ‘someone.’ Ian.

Another flurry of messages from Joy exploded onto her screen.

“Seriously, this whole video is just her flaunting in your face.”

Eleanor calmly closed the video and typed back, “Let her have her moment. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

Still, she knew better. Vanessa wouldn’t have landed such high-profile deals without Ian pulling strings behind the scenes.

And Vanessa’s ambitions clearly went far beyond being an international piano star.

As Eleanor set her phone down, the lab door swung open. Callie poked his head in. “Eleanor, Professor Langley’s looking for you.”

Eleanor nodded, rose from her chair, and headed toward Simone Langley’s office. As she rounded the corner into another hallway, she nearly collided with Faye, who was carrying a stack of files and a cup of coffee.

Faye flashed her a sly smile. “Busy day?”

Eleanor had no interest in small talk and tried to sidestep her, but Faye deliberately blocked her path, lowering her voice.

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