No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1290

After about fifteen minutes of chatting with Professor Vinson, Ian walked over. He greeted the professor, then said to Eleanor, "Dr. Sutton, excuse me, but some international colleagues would like to meet you. Please come with me."

Eleanor looked at the professor, who waved a kind hand. "Go on, go on. Business comes first."

Eleanor nodded, stood up, and followed Ian to another group of people in the hall.

As they approached, a man walked toward them enthusiastically. "Mr. Goodwin."

"Mr. Dewitt, let me introduce you. This is Dr. Sutton," Ian said with a smile.

"Dr. Sutton, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person," Aaron said, his eyes full of admiration and praise.

While they were exchanging pleasantries, another friend came over to greet him. Ian turned his head slightly and leaned close to Eleanor's ear. "Eighty percent of the donations for your project came from Mr. Dewitt here."

Eleanor's eyes widened in shock. She never would have guessed that this gentle, refined-looking man was the fund's largest contributor. Her polite expression now held a new level of respect and gratitude. "Mr. Dewitt, thank you so much for your support of scientific research."

Aaron smiled and waved his hand, his tone sincere. "Please, Dr. Sutton, there's no need to thank me. I should be thanking you. Your research papers and past achievements convinced me. I've always wanted to put my money into cutting‑edge tech that can actually change how we treat people."

There was no trace of condescension in his tone, only a deep respect for science, which helped Eleanor relax.

"You're too kind, Mr. Dewitt. I will be sure to put every dollar of the funding to good use. I won't let you down," Eleanor said.

Ian adjusted his glasses. "I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to pressure you. I'm telling you now so that you know where things stand."

Eleanor was speechless for a moment. If the fund was primarily backed by a private investor, with The Guild of Commerce only contributing twenty percent, it did relieve a significant amount of pressure.

"Thank you," she said.

Ian gave a faint hum of acknowledgment and said no more. But behind Eleanor's back, Aaron raised his glass to him from across the room in a silent toast. Ian gave him a slight nod in return.

From a distance, Walden Wells also noticed Aaron, and his expression turned grim. This wealthy international businessman was incredibly powerful and influential in global finance circles. He had just spent over ten minutes talking privately with Eleanor. Had Ian managed to get him on board as an investor?