No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 420

The group of women wrapped up their conversation with a unanimous conclusion: “Eleanor really is something else.”

Once they’d all left, Faye stood alone in the restroom, her face ashen as she gripped the edge of the sink. She bit her lip, unable to stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks. She had never been mocked like this before; the sting of humiliation was almost unbearable.

By two in the afternoon, the conference room was filled with department heads. Ian sat at the head of the table, his expression cold and impassive as he listened to the reports.

Faye wasn’t present at this meeting. Eleanor sat at the back of the room, quietly taking her place.

Byron opened the meeting by reviewing the details of the recent product launch, making a point to praise Eleanor’s performance several times. Each time, Ian’s gaze lingered on her.

Eleanor absentmindedly scribbled notes in the margins of her meeting packet, her mind wandering—she was thinking about her upcoming handoff with Garrison rather than the meeting itself. Ian lounged in his chair, looking unusually relaxed and disinterested.

“Eleanor, would you give us a quick summary of your presentation today?” Byron called on her suddenly.

Eleanor had never been fond of these routine meetings, and her mind had drifted elsewhere. She didn’t register Byron’s question at first. The department heads turned to look at her, waiting expectantly.

Still lost in her notes, Eleanor didn’t respond. Byron coughed and raised his voice, “Eleanor?”

This time, she heard him. Glancing up, she realized everyone in the room was staring at her. She froze, caught off guard for a moment.

Ian's lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile.

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