No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 284

“Miss Sutton, do you have a moment?” His deep, magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Eleanor turned to see Xavier and gave him a polite nod. “Mr. Vaughn.”

Xavier had recently taken over Juliette Grayson’s research institute and was a recognized authority in the medical field. He also carried an unspoken air of authority that made others instinctively step aside, leaving the two of them with some privacy.

He gave Eleanor a quick once-over, a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Seems like you’re quite the star tonight.”

“It’s just a bit of professional networking,” Eleanor replied with a mild smile.

Ignoring the curious glances around them, Xavier launched into a discussion about their last experiment.

Not far away, Serena was watching the exchange with blazing eyes, her perfectly painted lips pressed together so tightly she nearly broke the skin.

Vanessa, having finished her greetings, walked over to Serena. Noticing her jealousy, she gave Serena’s arm a reassuring pat. Suddenly, a sly smile flickered in Serena’s eyes.

She might not be able to stop Eleanor from catching Xavier’s attention, but there were still ways to get under Eleanor’s skin.

For instance—

Serena slipped her arm through Vanessa’s. “Come on, Vanessa, let’s go say hello to her.”

With Vanessa in tow, Serena made her way over to Ian and promptly hooked her other arm through his.

Ian looked at his sister with a puzzled frown.

“Come on, big brother, let’s go greet some old friends.”

Ian had no idea who exactly his sister was dragging him over to meet, until she steered him straight toward Eleanor.

Eleanor glanced up and saw Serena approaching, one arm linked with Ian, the other with Vanessa. The three looked as harmonious as a picture-perfect family under the crystal chandeliers: Vanessa, poised and radiant; Serena, sweet and charming; and Ian—always refined and coolly dignified.

The way she said “our Serena” made their family connection all too obvious—if not intentionally so.

Eleanor’s lips curled into a cold smirk. “Six years as her sister-in-law, and I must admit, her manners are certainly… unique.”

“Eleanor, you—” Serena’s face flushed red, ready to retort, but Vanessa cut in with a refined yet sharp tone. “Using a pretty face and a bit of talent to keep men interested isn’t much of an accomplishment.”

Eleanor let out a soft laugh. “If charming men is a skill, then Miss Shannon, you’re practically an expert.”

Vanessa’s expression faltered but she quickly recovered her composure. “You’re not so young yourself, Eleanor. Do you really think the Vaughns would ever accept a divorced woman?”

Eleanor’s voice was icy. “I don’t need a marriage certificate to prove my worth.”

The words landed like daggers—both Serena and Vanessa flinched.

Tonight, Eleanor had shown everyone just what she was capable of. She didn’t need to rely on anyone else. She could shine brighter than anyone all on her own.