No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1530

Yvette packed her meager belongings into a cardboard box, her face burning with utter humiliation. Being unceremoniously evicted from the executive floor made her feel like a piece of trash that Ian had taken one look at and tossed aside.

She had grown up spoiled, pampered by her family, and used to getting what she wanted. No one had ever treated her with such brutal dismissal.

If it had been any other man, she would have thrown a fit and stormed out. But because it was Ian Goodwin, she had to swallow her pride and take the hit.

Clutching her box, her eyes brimming with toxic resentment, she stepped into the elevator.

Her aunt's words echoed relentlessly in her mind: "Ian has refused to employ female assistants."

Why?

Did Ian have some bizarre, paranoid quirk about his staff?

Or was Eleanor just that suffocatingly controlling? Was she forcing him to banish any woman who might possibly enter his orbit?

Yvette gritted her teeth. What kind of dark magic did Eleanor Sutton possess? The woman had given him one daughter and then divorced him, yet she somehow still held a death grip on his life?

But her aunt's intel was that Ian had been the one to dump her back in the day!

Yvette bit down hard on her lip. She had to hope there would be another chance to catch Ian's eye somewhere in the building. Otherwise, this entire humiliating ordeal would be for absolutely nothing.

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Meanwhile, at the research lab.

Callie's eyes practically turned into stars. "Oh my god! Mr. Goodwin is bankrolling us again? And he just casually dropped twenty billion dollars in the dark?" Callie gave Eleanor a long, highly suggestive look. "Wow. He is seriously devoted to you. Honestly, you two..."

It was hard to blame Callie for jumping to conclusions. Over the years, it had become an unspoken law of the universe: wherever Eleanor's research went, Ian Goodwin's money secretly followed. If it wasn't his direct cash, it was his corporate partnerships. The man threw unimaginable wealth, resources, and influence at her feet without a second thought.

Eleanor caught Callie's smirk and took a slow sip of her coffee. "What are you trying to say?"

Callie laughed. "You know exactly what I'm trying to say, so I'll keep my mouth shut. But when it comes to your personal life, you really need to take a hard look at the facts."

Eleanor offered a faint smile. "Thanks."

"I will say this, though: Mr. Goodwin is a man who proves his worth with actions, not empty words. I'll give him that," Callie added, throwing her full support behind the billionaire.