No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 191

At this moment, though, everyone's attention was on Ian—no one noticed what Eleanor was doing.

Ian's unexpected arrival had thrown Roland's team off balance. Even Roland, who just moments ago looked composed and confident, now wore a trace of awkwardness and tension.

Despite his youth, Ian's wealth spoke for itself, and combined with that commanding presence of his, authority seemed to radiate from him without effort.

Jude Vaughn, whose usual calm hid a simmering anger today, managed to steady himself and addressed Roland. "Mr. Yeaton, regarding the issue I mentioned this afternoon—do you have any suggestions or thoughts on how we should proceed?"

Roland sighed, frustration flickering across his face. "I'm truly sorry for the situation we've found ourselves in. I constantly remind my team how crucial it is to ensure rigorous product inspections, yet mistakes slipped through in the rush. I can only apologize for the trouble this has caused your lab."

Eleanor gave a silent, cynical laugh. Roland put on a convincing show, but incidents like this wouldn't happen without his approval. Did he really expect anyone to believe his staff would act so recklessly on their own?

He turned to Eleanor then, wearing a look of gratitude. "It's thanks to Miss Sutton's sharp eye that we caught the problem in time and could sit down together to find a solution."

Eleanor held up her tablet. "I've documented several faulty instruments we've discovered so far. I think everyone should have a look."

She handed a USB drive to her assistant. "Could you play this for us?"

The assistant hesitated, but after catching a subtle signal from Roland, she took the drive and plugged it into the laptop.

Eleanor took the computer, opened the files, and pulled up the issues she'd found earlier that afternoon.

She went through each problem methodically, laying out her findings one by one. By the time she finished detailing the faults in over a dozen machines, Roland's face had flushed red with embarrassment. His staff looked even worse, beads of cold sweat gathering as Eleanor's sharp words left no room for excuses.

Eleanor took a sip from her water bottle and set it aside, glancing at the stack of equipment reports in front of her. She idly flipped through the pages.

Roland immediately launched into a long-winded, polished speech about his commitment to improvement.

Ian, meanwhile, stayed silent and listened, making no move to interrupt.

Then, quietly, he reached out and picked up a bottle of water, twisting off the cap and taking a drink as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Roland's assistant, who had been watching him closely, suddenly realized the bottle Ian held was the very same one Eleanor had just used. For a brief moment, she was utterly stunned.