No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 380

The staff brought out the prepared contract, and everyone signed the strategic cooperation agreement right there at the table.

As Eleanor skimmed through a stack of documents, she suddenly sensed someone’s gaze on her—a curious, lingering look from across the table. She glanced up and realized it was Dr. Garrison Bradley, the military physician who’d been peppering her with questions earlier. Caught in the act, Garrison offered a sheepish smile, scribbled something hastily on a notepad, and slid it across to her.

Eleanor blinked in surprise, taking the notebook. On the open page was a quick note: “I’m good friends with Mansfield. He told me to say hello.”

She looked up, genuinely surprised, and Garrison grinned, giving her a small nod.

From the other side, Faye watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. She hadn’t expected Eleanor to be so casual—flirting with a man she’d only just met, and in front of everyone, no less.

Of course, Ian noticed too. As Eleanor handed the notebook back to Garrison and gave him a polite smile, the clock struck noon—lunchtime.

“Let’s head next door for lunch together,” Mr. Black suggested, leading the way. “We’ll dive into the details this afternoon.”

He left the conference room with Ian at his side, deep in conversation, while Byron started chatting with the visiting engineers.

Eleanor and Faye fell in step behind Joel. Faye, never missing a chance, leaned in with a smirk. “Eleanor, why didn’t you clear up the confusion about your degree just now? Or do you prefer everyone calling you Dr. Sutton—does it sound fancier?”

Joel overheard and shot Faye a warning look. “Faye, academic credentials aren’t everything. Eleanor’s research speaks louder than any diploma.”

Faye’s cheeks flushed a deeper red. Joel always took Eleanor’s side, it seemed, refusing to let anyone so much as ruffle her feathers.

“Sure, some people are impressive,” Faye muttered, “especially when it comes to attracting men.”

“Dr. Bradley’s just a friend of a friend,” Eleanor replied calmly. “He was just saying hello.”

Faye blinked, thrown off. Since when did Eleanor have friends in the military? She couldn’t help recalling the dashing officer she’d seen with Eleanor once, and her irritation only deepened.

The group arrived at the restaurant, where two tables had been set for their party.

Garrison made his way over to Eleanor. “Miss Sutton, a pleasure. Mansfield talks about you all the time.”

Eleanor felt her cheeks flush. “Really? Are you and Mr. Ellington close?”

“We served together and studied together. The military’s very interested in your nanobot technology. Personally, I find your work fascinating.”

Just then, Faye drifted over, catching Garrison’s attention. “You must be Dr. Yeaton,” he said with a friendly smile.

Faye replied, “I’m still finishing my doctorate, actually—haven’t graduated yet.”

She shot Eleanor a pointed look, as if to say, “See, at least I’m honest,” unlike someone else.

Garrison chuckled. “Joining such a major project at your age is impressive.”

Suddenly, Faye turned to Eleanor, her tone sharp. “Eleanor, didn’t Professor Langley reject your joint master’s and PhD application? Or am I remembering wrong?”

Eleanor faced her challengingly, a slight smile on her lips. “That’s right.”

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