No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1309

A surge of delight shot through Vanessa, but her voice was laced with equal parts anxiety and concern. "Oh my god! How could this have happened? Walden, try not to worry too much. With modern medicine, I'm sure Tammy will be okay."

"I'm heading over there now to see the situation for myself. You take care of yourself," Walden said before hanging up.

After Vanessa put her phone down, the worried expression on her face vanished, replaced by deep calculation and a flicker of—ecstasy.

Tammy was in critical condition? This was wonderful news for her, a true blessing from fate.

Walden only had one son. If Tammy didn't make it, who would inherit Walden's vast fortune?

The answer, of course, would be the child in Vanessa's womb.

Wait, Walden would definitely be too busy to deal with her contract dispute with Ian now. He might even be despondent for a while. Vanessa remembered Ian mentioning a new contract, one where he wouldn't interfere with her marriage or having children.

Maybe she could sign it first. Then she could marry Walden, have his child, and once he kicked the bucket, she would inherit his billions. Then she could use a portion of that to pay the massive penalty fee.

Walden's estate was worth hundreds of billions. Giving Ian ten billion would be nothing. She would still come out a winner for the rest of her life.

The elation and scheming in Vanessa's eyes settled into a plan. She quickly cleared her thoughts. The most important thing was to keep Ian at bay; she couldn't let him continue to drain her with these blood draws.

She took a deep breath and told the driver, "Don't go back to the villa. Take me to Goodwin & Co."

Laverne was surprised. "Vanessa, you're going to Goodwin & Co.?"

"I have to see Ian," Vanessa said, opening her purse. She took out a compact mirror and a cushion foundation to touch up her makeup.

She had several lipsticks in her makeup bag. She recalled a time she had put on lipstick and asked Ian if it looked good, and he had nodded at her.

Gavin was silent for a few seconds, clearly consulting with Ian. A moment later, he replied, "Miss Shannon, you can come up in ten minutes."

The receptionist received a call and approached Vanessa again. "Miss Shannon, if you'll please wait ten minutes, we'll take you up to the executive offices."

Vanessa frowned with displeasure but waited patiently. Ten minutes later, the receptionist guided her to the elevator bank.

The elevator dinged as it arrived on Ian's floor. Gavin was already waiting by the doors. "Miss Shannon, please follow me."

He led her not toward Ian's office, but to a conference room. Vanessa kept her expression neutral, but she felt a surge of resentment at Ian's strictly-business attitude.

He pushed the door open. Ian was seated in a large conference chair, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window behind him casting a harsh glow around his silhouette.

On the table in front of him lay a new contract and a pen.