No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 92

Eleanor was thrilled to have won the award. After chatting with Joel a bit more about the situation in Marlowe Village, she hung up the phone.

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Lab.

Gwenda had always had a talent for collecting gossip, and it just so happened that she'd caught wind of the upcoming June award ceremony held by the National Academy of Sciences.

"Faye, have you heard? The National Academy is announcing their awards soon."

Faye barely looked up. "What's it got to do with us?"

Gwenda leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Aren't you even worried that Eleanor might be on the winners' list?"

Faye's hand, poised with her pen, paused mid-sentence. She glanced up at Gwenda. "Is she?"

Gwenda grinned. "I'd bet on it. She's the one who developed that miracle drug, after all—the results speak for themselves."

Faye, a little agitated, swept her long hair back from her face. "For all we know, maybe she just inherited the formula from her father."

"And get this," Gwenda went on, her eyes glinting, "I heard Joel even took her down to visit the autopsy room. He must really have his eye on Eleanor."

Faye's jealousy flickered in her eyes, and Gwenda caught it, quickly offering consolation. "Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll catch Joel's attention too."

Clenching her fist under the table, Faye felt her determination harden—she had to prove herself in the Marlowe Village case. She couldn't let Eleanor steal the spotlight again.

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