No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1279

Of course Eleanor knew. To conduct cutting-edge research, talent alone wasn't enough; it required powerful resource support.

"Of course," Ian's tone shifted. "If you insist on leaving, I'll respect your choice. But as a… friend, I hope you'll consider this carefully."

Ian leaned back lazily in his chair. At this moment, he was discussing things with her as an equal.

It was as if he really was just a 'friend' looking out for her best interests.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Eleanor asked, looking up at him with a hint of a plea in her eyes.

"Of course," Ian nodded. "Let me know whenever you've made a decision."

After breakfast, on the way to the airport, Eleanor was quiet. She was mulling over her next steps. Transferring the Neural Interface Project to the military was the best course of action, and with Joel Kingsley managing the civilian projects, she could indeed focus on her own research direction.

However, Ian's analysis was very objective. The path through The Guild of Commerce would certainly make her future research much smoother.

But that would mean she'd owe him again. As the chairman of The Guild of Commerce, tilting resources this way would put him under pressure.

After boarding the plane, Eleanor finally broke the silence. "Will doing this affect your reputation as chairman of The Guild of Commerce? After all, such a clear tilting of resources—"

Ian smiled faintly, his tone light. "Don't worry. The foundation's operations will be completely transparent and compliant. The Guild of Commerce exists to support cutting-edge scientific research. No one will question my decision."

Eleanor's brow, however, remained furrowed. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help asking again, "Is such a large-scale investment of funds really not a problem?"

"The foundation's funding sources are quite broad," Ian said, glossing over the details. "Besides the Guild's own funds, there are annual donations from many member companies. Scientific research is, after all, the most promising field."

Eleanor looked at his calm and composed expression, blinked, and then bit her lower lip gently, staring out the window as she thought.

To the man across from her, she looked like a novice in the world of business. A small smile tugged at his lips, as if he was grateful for something.

Thank goodness she was a scientific genius, not a business one. Otherwise, how could he so calmly weave this well-intentioned lie?

She saw Ian and Eleanor. Ian was pulling a small suitcase, clearly a woman's, while Eleanor walked ahead with her bag. Ian followed her closely.

The sight made her breath catch. The man who was always so cold and aloof was not only willing to carry Eleanor's luggage but also wore a gentle expression she had never seen before.

Laverne saw them too and immediately asked Vanessa, "Vanessa, should we wait a bit before going out?"

Vanessa suppressed the jealousy in her heart and put on her sunglasses. "Why should I have to hide?"

Just thirty feet away, a mischievous little boy ran by, about to collide with Eleanor. Ian grabbed Eleanor's arm, pulling her to his side and away from the two roughhousing boys.

Behind them, Vanessa, though wearing sunglasses, saw everything clearly. Her hand, clutching her bag strap, turned white.

Ian really cherished his ex-wife!

Without her in the way, he couldn't wait to be stuck to Eleanor every second of the day, could he? Had he already thought of names for their second child?