No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1362

The thought of Eleanor possibly reading the news about her, a smug look on her face, reignited Vanessa's defiant spirit.

She fiercely wiped away her tears and rushed to the mirror on the first floor. She looked at her reflection—a bit haggard, but still beautiful. She still had assets: her face and her body.

An idea finally formed in her mind. She recalled a time she appeared on a television program in Kingston. A real estate developer had someone pass her his business card, asking her out to dinner. She had politely declined at the time, but she could tell the tycoon was very interested in her. He was in his early fifties, but she was no longer in a position to be picky. She urgently needed someone to handle the online mess, and for men like him, such things were as simple as lifting a finger.

Pulling herself out of her chaotic thoughts, Vanessa picked up her phone and started searching for the number she had saved. The man's face came to mind: a slightly overweight, middle-aged man with a shrewd yet greedy glint in his eyes. The way he had looked at her backstage was filled with undisguised desire.

Finally, she found it. The contact was saved as Harvey MacLeod, President of Harvest Properties in Kingston.

That was him. Vanessa took a deep breath, composed her expression, and dialed the number.

After about seven or eight seconds, a man's questioning voice answered, "Hello? Who is this?"

"Mr. MacLeod, hello. I apologize for the intrusion. This is Vanessa. Do you remember me?" Vanessa did her best to make her voice sound sweet and alluring.

"Vanessa?" Harvey MacLeod's voice paused for a moment before taking on a knowing, playful tone. "Oh! The great pianist, Ms. Shannon! I remember now. What made you think of calling me? Don't tell me you've run into some trouble!"

Vanessa's heart leaped with joy. She knew she wasn't a woman men forgot easily. The thought gave her a surge of confidence.

She feigned delight. "Really? Mr. MacLeod, if you can help me sort out this online mess, I would be so grateful."

"Don't be so quick to thank me," Harvey interrupted, his tone becoming suggestive and direct. "I'm not one to discuss business over the phone. How about this: you come to Kingston now, and we can talk in person?"

Vanessa's fingers tightened around her phone. Of course, she understood exactly what he meant. A part of her wanted to hang up immediately.