No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 204

Everyone present could tell that Faye was just nitpicking Eleanor’s theory, trying to find fault where there was none.

But no one bothered to argue with her. Simone simply smiled, keeping her thoughts to herself.

Back in her office, Eleanor found Gwenda approaching with a bowl of fresh fruit. “Eleanor, I picked these up this morning. Would you like some?”

Eleanor reached for a cluster of grapes. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it! We're all colleagues, right?” Gwenda laughed a little too brightly. She’d been foolish enough to cross Eleanor before she’d even figured out who she was.

Now, she could only swallow her pride and try to get back into Eleanor’s good graces.

After all, Eleanor’s husband wasn’t just the city’s wealthiest man—he was the biggest investor in the entire lab. If Eleanor wanted, she could probably end up running the whole team.

Eleanor spent a wonderful weekend with her daughter.

Monday arrived in a blink.

The city hall lobby bustled with people.

Eleanor arrived at nine-thirty, patiently waiting until, at nine-fifty, Ian appeared in the crowd.

He glanced at her, surprised she was early, then checked his watch to make sure he wasn’t late.

“Have you been waiting long?” Ian asked as he approached.

“I just got here,” Eleanor replied coolly.

Ian took a seat beside her, eyes lingering on her face. “Did you bring all the paperwork?”

Just then, their number was called. Eleanor caught his eye. “Let’s go—it’s our turn.”

The clerk asked a few routine questions before starting the paperwork. There was still the mandatory one-month waiting period before the divorce would be official.

As Eleanor stepped outside, Ian’s assistant, Gavin Young, greeted her. “Miss Sutton.”

He’d once called her Mrs. Goodwin, but now, he’d adjusted his tone without missing a beat.

“Do you have time? I need you to come by my office to sign the share transfer contracts. I’m flying out of the country this afternoon.”

Eleanor had thought it through—since Ian insisted on giving her these shares, she might as well accept.

At ten sharp, Eleanor walked into the lobby of Goodwin & Co. The receptionists, already aware of who she was, greeted her warmly. “Mrs. Goodwin, welcome. I’ll take you upstairs.”

Hearing “Mrs. Goodwin” made Eleanor’s expression stiffen for a moment, but she didn’t bother to explain.

She stepped into the elevator, heading straight to the executive floor.

The receptionist led Eleanor to Ian’s office before leaving her there.

Eleanor knocked on the door. Gavin opened it with a smile. “Miss Sutton, you’re here. Mr. Goodwin is waiting for you inside.”

Eleanor entered and saw Ian sitting on the couch, clearly expecting her. Spread out before him were eight separate folders—undoubtedly the share transfer contracts for each of the companies.

“You’re here. If everything looks good, just sign,” Ian said in his low, even voice.