No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 575

Ian walked down the corridor, and whether it was deliberate or not, he passed by Eleanor’s office. His footsteps faltered, almost imperceptibly, but in the end he kept going without stopping.

As the elevator doors slid shut, he pressed his fingers against his brow. He should have known better—someone like Eleanor was never going to help him this time.

Were they destined to be at odds like this forever?

“Mr. Goodwin, we’ve arrived.” Gavin’s voice cut through his thoughts.

That afternoon, the news hit: Ian had been besieged by Goodwin & Co.’s shareholders. Headlines blared across business channels, financial news tickers, and influencer blogs alike, all dissecting and criticizing Ian’s every move.

Joy stumbled across the story and immediately messaged Eleanor, who was a shareholder herself.

“Hey, the internet’s saying Ian’s facing a shareholder rebellion. Is it true? Is he about to get kicked off the board?”

Eleanor replied, “It’s true, but whether he’ll be forced out is still uncertain.”

She was sure Ian had other backup plans. The proposal he’d asked her to write was likely just the least damaging of his options.

And Ian—well, even cornered, he was the kind of man who’d never bow his head to anyone.

In the end, though, the simplest solution would be to pull his investments.

If that happened, the neural interface project would be shut down completely—

That thought made Eleanor’s chest tighten. After all, even the Secretary of State was keeping an eye on this initiative.

Honestly, Eleanor could write the proposal if she wanted. She’d broken new ground in this field before, and her theories had always been backed by solid, verifiable data.

As night fell, the lights on the top floor of Goodwin & Co. Tower still burned. Ian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.

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