No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 418

Thunderous applause swept through the auditorium as Eleanor finished her speech. The humility in her closing remarks only amplified the admiration in the room.

Byron hurried over, his eyes shining with emotion as he accepted the microphone from Eleanor. His voice trembled, on the verge of tears. “Let’s all thank Miss Eleanor Sutton for that brilliant speech.”

Byron then launched into his summary and outlined his engineering team’s research direction.

Eleanor returned to her seat, where Xavier was already waiting with a bottle of water. He handed it to her with a gentle smile. She took it gratefully. “Thank you.”

As Eleanor took a sip, she caught someone’s gaze—someone had turned to look at her. It was Ian. He’d seen Xavier’s thoughtful gesture, and, eyes narrowing, he turned away again.

Byron delivered his final remarks, and after two full hours, the launch event wrapped up flawlessly.

Guests began to file out. As Eleanor gathered her things, Xavier approached her. “It’s nearly lunchtime. Care to join me for a meal?”

A quick glance at her watch confirmed it—11:30. Since they’d run into each other, she had no reason to refuse.

“Sure, let’s go together,” Eleanor replied warmly, nodding.

They walked side by side toward the exit, never noticing Ian in the front row, his gaze fixed on their backs, his expression unreadable.

A few eager journalists rushed over. “Miss Sutton, may we take a photo of you two?”

Before Eleanor could respond, Xavier smiled. “Of course.”

The photographers snapped several quick shots, and a couple of reporters asked a few questions before Eleanor and Xavier slipped away to a nearby bistro.

They’d barely been seated ten minutes when three more figures walked in—Vanessa, Serena, and Faye.

Vanessa hesitated when she spotted Eleanor and Xavier by the window, considering whether they should eat elsewhere. But before she could voice the thought, Faye strode straight toward Eleanor, her posture tense, as if ready for a confrontation.

Faye, eyes red and face contorted, ignored the setting and demanded, “Eleanor, are you satisfied now?”

Eleanor frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You knew I’d embarrass myself, didn’t you? You set me up—humiliated me on purpose!” Faye’s voice rose, ragged and shrill.

Heads turned throughout the restaurant. Vanessa and Serena rushed to pull Faye away.

“Faye, that’s enough. Let’s go,” Vanessa said, wrapping an arm around Faye’s waist, trying to steer her toward the door.

Serena’s cheeks burned with embarrassment—Xavier was watching them, his gaze cool and impassive.

Faye glared at Eleanor, convinced she’d fallen into a trap Eleanor had set. She’d overestimated how much she could handle and walked herself right into disaster. And she was certain Eleanor had known this all along.

Eleanor met Faye’s furious stare head-on. “Faye, you fought for this opportunity yourself. If you couldn’t handle it, that isn’t anyone else’s fault.”

Vanessa turned to Eleanor, her expression icy. “I apologize for my sister. She’s not herself today.”

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