No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 730

Naomi lingered nearby, her gaze following Eleanor as she disappeared into the grand lobby. Unable to contain her curiosity, she leaned closer to Faye and whispered, “Faye, who was that who dropped Eleanor off just now?”

Whoever he was, he drove a luxury car and looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine.

“That’s Xavier,” Faye replied offhandedly. “CEO of Vaughn Shipping.”

Naomi’s eyes widened in silent astonishment. She never imagined that even Eleanor’s casual dinner companions would be people of such wealth and status.

She couldn’t help but press on, her tone turning conspiratorial, “Wait—don’t tell me Eleanor’s seeing him?”

Faye let out a dry laugh. “You’re giving Eleanor too much credit. Xavier’s practically Mr. Goodwin’s brother—they grew up together. You really think he’d be interested in his best friend’s ex-wife?”

That made sense. A man like Xavier could have any woman he wanted—why would he go there?

Goodwin Manor.

Serena checked her reflection in the hallway mirror, ran a hand through her hair, and headed for the door. Gina called after her, “Where are you off to?”

“To Vanessa’s,” Serena replied, grabbing her keys. Vanessa had just gotten back from Kingston.

“Why do you keep bothering her?” Gina asked with a frown.

Serena rolled her eyes. “I’m not bothering her! Ian just texted and asked me to check on her, okay?”

Gina blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected her son to be so invested in Vanessa’s well-being.

“Alright, Mom, I’m heading out,” Serena said, already moving towards the garage.

Gina watched her daughter back the car out of the driveway, a sigh escaping her lips. Was Ian really this concerned about Vanessa, or was there something else going on?

A sudden tightness gripped Gina’s chest. She pressed a hand to her heart, feeling that familiar wave of fatigue and discomfort wash over her.

It was that time of year again.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” One of the maids rushed over, steadying her.

“Help me to my room. I just need to lie down for a bit,” Gina murmured.

Serena’s drive to Vanessa’s place was quick. She stepped into the cozy living room and found Vanessa curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, while her assistant tidied up nearby.

“Vanessa, are you okay?” Serena asked, concern softening her voice as she hurried over.

“It’s nothing,” Vanessa replied, stifling a cough. “Serena, what did your brother say?”

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