No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 260

Chatting with Dr. Smith had left Eleanor feeling inspired; it wasn’t until nearly half past twelve that she finally made her way to the cafeteria.

When Eleanor and Dr. Smith sat down together for lunch, Faye and Vanessa were already there. Faye watched Eleanor chatting easily with Dr. Smith, a flicker of envy in her eyes.

How did Eleanor manage to make such a connection? Today, half the attendees were hoping for a chance to discuss research with Dr. Smith—Faye herself had dreamed of such an opportunity.

Vanessa noticed Faye’s distracted air and leaned in reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Tonight, I’ll ask Ian to introduce you to Dr. Smith.”

Faye’s eyes widened with delight. “Really?”

Vanessa arched an eyebrow and smiled. “Of course. I know Dr. Smith quite well, actually—his lab is one of Ian’s investments.”

Faye’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Just how many medical research labs around the world had Ian funded? How wealthy was he, really?

If she could have a brother-in-law with that kind of influence, wouldn’t access to top-tier medical resources be a breeze?

Eleanor divorcing Ian—what a tremendous loss.

That afternoon, the summit resumed. Dr. Smith’s lecture earned a standing ovation, leaving the audience abuzz with new ideas.

Afterward, the mayor himself stopped by to offer his congratulations. As Eleanor and Joel stepped out of the conference hall, they caught sight of Ian chatting amiably with the mayor.

Noticing Eleanor, the mayor greeted her warmly. “Miss Sutton!”

Eleanor, a little flustered by the attention, approached him. “Mr. Mayor.”

Ian’s brows drew together slightly—clearly surprised that Eleanor not only knew the mayor but seemed so familiar with him.

“When you have time, let’s arrange a dinner. Just something casual,” the mayor said with a friendly smile.

“Yeah, they’re divorced, but—”

“Eleanor isn’t Ian’s property. She has every right to seek happiness again. And I have every right to pursue her,” Xavier interrupted firmly.

Henry’s face flushed. “Fine, you can choose her, but the three of us have been friends since childhood. Isn’t this crossing a line?”

“I value our friendship deeply,” Xavier said quietly.

“Then why risk it all for Eleanor?” Henry pressed, his own loyalty to their bond surfacing.

Xavier’s eyes were gentle but resolute. “Eleanor is worth risking everything—even our friendship.”

With that, he set down his glass, clapped Henry on the shoulder, and strode away.