No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 441

The next day, Eleanor received a personal call from the Vice President of the Grayson Foundation. She was invited to give a speech at the launch of the foundation’s new talent initiative—a charitable project she herself had funded. Initially, Eleanor considered declining, but the program was meant to foster young scientists and support research, a cause she deeply cared about. So, she agreed.

On Wednesday night, Xavier texted to remind her about the foundation event at ten the next morning.

She replied that she’d be there on time.

At dawn, Eleanor dropped her daughter off at school. As she pulled up to the curb, she happened to see Xavier’s mother, Henrietta Vaughn, escorting Vivian to the entrance.

Eleanor greeted her politely. “Good morning, Mrs. Vaughn.”

Henrietta nodded, her gaze lingering on Eleanor with a mixture of curiosity and appraisal. What caught her off guard was that Eleanor’s expression was neither eager nor ingratiating. There was no hint of flattery or forced warmth.

After saying her hello, Eleanor turned and climbed into her car, pulling away without looking back.

Henrietta stood there, mildly surprised. If what Serena had told her was true, wouldn’t Eleanor, as her son’s possible fiancée, try a little harder to make a good impression?

Even after dropping off her granddaughter, Henrietta couldn’t stop turning it over in her mind. She’d noticed lately that her son avoided discussing Eleanor, and he’d made his feelings about an arranged marriage perfectly clear.

Truthfully, Henrietta never intended to pressure Xavier into marriage. She simply hoped to make his early years at the helm of the company a little easier, and a strategic marriage was the most effective way to do that.

Meanwhile, Eleanor had taken the morning off from work. The Grayson Foundation was set to announce several new projects, and reporters had already gathered outside, preparing their cameras.

“Miss Sutton, you’re here!” A sharp-eyed assistant hurried over to greet her.

The event buzzed with elite guests from every field. As Eleanor entered the main hall, she spotted Xavier deep in conversation with several senior figures. He stood out in a sharp navy suit, looking more energetic than ever.

Catching sight of her, Xavier quickly excused himself and walked over.

“Glad you made it,” he said, his tone friendly and familiar.

Eleanor smiled. “You’ve worked hard for this.”

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