No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1099

Vanessa had recently blocked her mother, Farrah, so Farrah had taken to harassing Laverne instead.

"Well, now that your performance opportunity is gone... Vanessa, what about that commercial I mentioned before? I know it's for diapers, but they're still very eager to have you as their spokesperson," Laverne brought up again.

Vanessa ran a hand through her hair in frustration. It seemed her only option now was to leverage her international pianist status to make some money in the advertising world.

"Go negotiate. Get the price as high as possible," Vanessa finally agreed.

Laverne was instantly pleased. "Great, I'll go talk to them right away."

Just then, Vanessa's phone rang. It was an assistant of Smith's. She bit her lip, wanting to ignore it but not daring to. She finally answered. "Hello."

"Miss Shannon, we'll need you to come to the lab tomorrow at nine for a blood draw. Thank you," a voice on the other end reminded her.

"Didn't I just have one last week?" Vanessa snapped.

"I'm not sure about that. I'm just relaying the doctor's instructions. Thank you," the assistant said before hanging up.

Vanessa let out a breath. Laverne, beside her, looked worried. "Vanessa, you can't just let them draw your blood every day. you have to find a way to get out from under Mr. Goodwin's control."

Of course, Vanessa had thought about it. She desperately wanted to break free from Ian's control. She had considered using drugs or alcohol to make her blood unsuitable, but as long as Yeaton Holdings was in Ian's hands, she couldn't violate the contract.

"Damn it. I should never have taken the shares in Yeaton Holdings in the first place. If I hadn't, I wouldn't care if it lived or died," Vanessa said with regret.

Laverne couldn't help but remember how Vanessa had boasted about it, overjoyed at the thirty billion in shares she had so easily acquired. Now, it was too late for regrets.

"When you're dealing with a shrewd businessman like Ian, ordinary people like us are bound to lose out," Laverne remarked, then added, "I wonder how his hair turned gray like that."

Hearing this, a malicious smile spread across Vanessa's face. "It would be karmic justice for him to suffer a real tragedy."

"Yes, I remember," Eleanor said with a smile.

The young woman held up a gift-wrapped box. "The mayor's wife asked me to give this to you. Please accept it."

Eleanor was taken aback but accepted the box. "Have you eaten? Please come in and join us."

"No, thank you, Dr. Sutton. I have to go," the assistant said, waving as she turned to leave.

Eleanor brought the box into the living room. She took out a box of chocolates, and then she saw a royal blue velvet box. She picked it up and opened it. Under the light, an aquamarine gemstone necklace appeared.

Eleanor's eyes immediately welled up. Could this be the one Mansfield had been telling her he wanted to give her?

She held the necklace, Mansfield's image flooding her mind. It was something, at least. Something to keep with her. When he returned, she would wear it to see him.