No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 415

Faye clenched her fists, her voice tight with frustration. “Now that Mr. Goodwin has spoken, why are you still pretending to be so magnanimous?”

Eleanor shot her a cool glance, then picked up her phone and dialed Ian’s number, switching straight to speakerphone.

The call connected almost immediately. Ian’s deep, unmistakable voice came through. “What’s up?”

Faye held her breath, as if terrified Ian might realize she was there.

Eleanor stared at the phone. “Listen, Ian. Even if you begged me, I wouldn’t do the keynote this time.”

Faye’s eyes widened in disbelief. Was Eleanor really talking to Ian like that? Where did she get the nerve?

There was a pause on the other end. “Don’t be impulsive. You’re presenting. That’s the company’s decision.”

“Then fire me, or cancel the AI BioTech launch,” Eleanor replied, and hung up before he could answer.

Faye was still processing what had just happened when Eleanor looked up at her. “Any more questions?”

Faye opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words. After a moment, she turned and left.

A little later, Byron called her over to discuss the keynote presentation.

That’s how Faye secured her shot at delivering the speech.

But even so, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was simply picking up what Eleanor had discarded without a second thought.

After that call, Eleanor wasn’t contacted by the company again about doing the keynote—not that she had the time to care.

She spent the weekend with her daughter. Aside from work, most of her free hours were devoted to her little girl and resting at home.

Monday arrived in a blink. Today was the big day: Meridian Dynamics’ Annual Conference.

The main hall was already buzzing early in the morning. An hour before the event, every seat was taken.

Foreign faces dotted the crowd—the world’s leading scientists and media had all gathered for this.

Faye arrived at eight, pacing backstage as she silently rehearsed her speech. She ducked into the restroom, nerves jangling. Passing through the main hall, she stared blankly for a few seconds at the sea of academics and industry giants.

By the time she snapped back to reality, sweat was beading on her forehead and palms. She breathed deeply, trying to steady herself.

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