No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1365

A deafening silence filled Vanessa’s mind, leaving her completely stunned.

The Vice President's son? That young officer pursuing Eleanor was the son of the Vice President?

An icy chill spread through Vanessa's body, her mind going completely blank.

A powerful wave of jealousy and immense envy washed over her. She had always thought Eleanor was just lucky, first marrying Ian and now becoming a top scientist with his investment. She had never, ever imagined that Eleanor also had a suitor with such an overwhelmingly powerful family behind him.

So, if Eleanor were to say yes, she would become the future daughter-in-law of the Vice President.

And thinking back to Mansfield's appearance, he was exceptionally handsome.

Vanessa scoffed internally. Here she was, scrambling to latch onto a businessman like Harvey MacLeod, only to be treated like his plaything.

And Eleanor!

She was being genuinely pursued by the Vice President's son.

In that moment, the sense of superiority and resentment Vanessa had clung to was utterly shattered by this revelation.

However, a thought of Ian followed. No matter how rich he was, he was still just a businessman. How could he possibly compare to Mansfield? If Mansfield decided to seriously pursue Eleanor, what would Ian amount to next to him?

This thought brought a twisted sense of pleasure to Vanessa. No matter how wealthy and powerful Ian was, he was ultimately a merchant. In the face of true aristocracy, he would always be a step below.

Xavier and Henry might not have been his match in terms of skill and strategy, but against Mansfield… how could Ian possibly compete?

Vanessa's face flushed. "I told you, she's just a casual friend."

Harvey snorted, then suddenly grabbed her chin, his fleshy face moving close to hers. "You're with me now, so you do as you're told. Don't play games with me."

He pushed her away, having suddenly lost interest in the dinner party. "To the bar," he ordered the driver.

Half an hour later, at the bar, Harvey watched the gyrating women on stage with great enthusiasm. He grabbed Vanessa's hand and said, "Vanessa, tonight, I want you to dance like that for me."

"I… I don't know how," Vanessa said, lowering her head as a powerful sense of humiliation washed over her.

The women on stage were in barely-there outfits, moving in extremely provocative ways for the audience to watch. It seemed that in Harvey MacLeod's eyes, she was just a more private version of those girls—his personal dancer.