No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1284

A short while later, she entered her office and saw an email from the military confirming that the first round of the technology transfer would begin next Wednesday.

For the next three months, Eleanor would focus on completing the handover of the Neural Interface Project. After that, her schedule would free up considerably. With summer vacation just around the corner, it was the perfect opportunity to make up for the time she owed her daughter.

***

That evening, at Walden Wells' villa.

Just as Walden stepped inside, Vanessa, dressed in a sexy long gown, fluttered over to him like a butterfly and affectionately took his arm.

"Walden, you're back!"

She was like the songbird Walden kept in his cage—there to be admired, picked up whenever he felt like it, and to let him pretend he was still young.

Walden reached out and pinched her chin. "Were you a good girl today?"

"Of course I was!" Vanessa said with a smile, taking his suit jacket to hang it up. Just then, Walden's phone rang. He glanced at it and answered, "Hello!"

"Doesn't The Guild of Commerce have anything better to do? Always hosting these boring dinners. I'm not going," Walden replied irritably.

After he hung up, Vanessa immediately clung to his arm again, tilting up her meticulously made-up face, her eyes full of expectation. "Walden, I'm so bored. Please take me to the dinner with you! I need to relax."

Walden frowned and grunted. "There's nothing interesting about those kinds of events."

"Please take me!" Vanessa begged, gently shaking his arm, her voice soft and coy. "I want to see more of the world. Please?"

Her pleading stirred something in him, and he gave in. "Alright, alright, I'll take you."

Then, a thought occurred to him. "Do you think Ian and his ex-wife will get back together?"

Eleanor replied, [Okay.]

At four-thirty, Eleanor arrived at the high-end boutique located in the city center. As she pushed open the door, a manager in a professional suit greeted her with a smile. "Miss Sutton, you're here. Please, come with me."

Eleanor nodded. Her entire wardrobe consisted of work attire; she had nothing suitable for a formal dinner, so a dress shop was her only option.

The shop was softly lit, with racks of exquisite dresses on display. The display cases even featured several one-of-a-kind, heavily embellished pieces.

The manager led her to the VIP room, where five carefully selected gowns were already waiting.

"We've chosen these based on your style. Please feel free to try them on," the manager said warmly.

Since Eleanor didn't have much time to browse, the selections had been made according to Ian's instructions.