No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 572

Eleanor was deep in conversation with York, wholly absorbed in their exchange.

Meanwhile, Steve finished speaking with Vanessa and turned toward Eleanor. “Excuse me,” he said politely before heading over.

Out of the corner of her eye, Vanessa noticed Henry glancing in their direction. She casually picked up another glass of champagne and sauntered over. Xavier, seeing her approach, quietly slipped away.

Henry watched Vanessa with the champagne in her hand and gently reminded her, “Aren’t you supposed to avoid alcohol?”

Vanessa sighed, a touch of helplessness in her voice. “At gatherings like this, not even pretending to sip champagne just feels out of place. It’s only a taste.”

True to her word, she took a tiny sip, then eyed the glass thoughtfully. “It's such a waste to throw out a full glass after just a sip.”

“Then don’t waste it. Give it here,” Henry said, reaching for the glass.

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “You don’t mind?”

Henry gave her a look somewhere between exasperated and amused. “What do you think?”

She finally laughed and handed him the barely-touched champagne. Henry, unbothered, finished off half the glass.

Eleanor and York were still animatedly discussing what to name the new lab. York had always been fond of the Rhine, so he wanted to call it Rhine Laboratories.

Eleanor was still smiling when Steve approached her from behind, his expression friendly. “Dr. Sutton, could I steal you away for a moment?”

York glanced at her. “Let’s pick this up later.”

Once they were out of earshot, Steve’s tone grew earnest. “Dr. Sutton, I’ve heard about your father’s groundbreaking work in genetic engineering. That’s actually the direction we want to take with Starnova’s next phase.”

Eleanor could tell Steve was still trying to recruit her. She smiled politely. “Thank you, Mr. Steve. I appreciate your confidence in me, but my current project is still in its early stages—”

Steve interrupted abruptly. “I heard you’re Mr. Goodwin’s ex-wife? You two are divorced?”

Eleanor’s brow furrowed for a brief moment, but she answered calmly. “Yes, we were once married.”

“Working in your ex-husband’s lab can’t be easy. Why not join mine? Dr. Windsor would be thrilled to have you.”

Eleanor’s eyes remained cool but cordial. “Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Steve. But in this field, I believe professionalism always takes precedence over personal feelings. Don’t you agree?”

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