No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 629

By now, all the guests had arrived for the gala. Xavier entered with an older gentleman, chatting amiably as they made their way inside. The moment he spotted Eleanor and his mother across the room, he politely excused himself and headed toward them.

“Uncle!” Vivian squealed with delight and dashed over to greet him.

Xavier took Vivian’s hand and glanced a few steps ahead to see Evelyn nestled comfortably in Ian’s arms. He smiled. “Let’s play with Evelyn in a bit, but first, let’s go say hello to Grandma.”

Eleanor watched as Ian held their daughter, the two of them deep in conversation for over ten minutes. She couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about.

“Mom, could you keep an eye on Vivian for me? I’m about to go up and give my speech,” Xavier said to his mother.

The family’s attentive nanny immediately took Vivian’s hand. Mrs. Vaughn stepped forward to straighten her son’s jacket, fussing over the lapels as only a mother would. Xavier flushed with embarrassment—having his mother fix his clothes in front of Eleanor felt a little awkward.

But Mrs. Vaughn’s motherly gestures were instinctive. No matter how old her children grew, they would always be her little ones.

Eleanor found the scene heartwarming and smiled, catching Xavier’s eye for a brief, meaningful moment.

Not far away, someone else was watching them. In the glow of the ballroom lights, Eleanor, standing among the Vaughns, might easily be mistaken for a part of their family—a picture-perfect trio in the eyes of any onlooker.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed. A spotlight swept across the stage and landed on Xavier. His tall figure stood out, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and slim waist. He exuded the poise and confidence of a seasoned professional.

Several young women in the audience couldn’t take their eyes off the Vaughn Group’s heir. Eligible bachelors of his caliber were a rare find in these circles.

“Thank you all for joining us this evening to celebrate the 30th anniversary of Vaughn Group—” Xavier’s deep, steady voice resonated around the hall.

Vanessa stood by the balcony entrance, watching Xavier. She vividly remembered the first time she’d met him—he must have been only twenty-four then. In just five years, he’d matured into a self-assured leader, every gesture radiating the calm authority of a business elite.

When it came to charisma, he was every bit Ian’s equal.

Xavier was the quintessential heir, raised from childhood to take over the family business, following his life’s blueprint step by step.

But while Xavier exuded steady confidence, Ian’s ambition was unmistakable. There was something magnetic about his intensity—a survivor’s edge that set him apart.

“Thirty years ago, my grandfather started with nothing but a small boat and a fledgling trading company. Today, Vaughn Group stands at the forefront of maritime commerce.”

Henry lifted his glass of red wine, smiling as he watched Xavier on stage. “Doesn’t he look sharp tonight?”

Vanessa took a sip of champagne and grinned. “Seems Eleanor really does have good taste.”

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