No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 514

With the launch of the new drug, the entire team had set aside their other projects to focus on it. Now that the trials were running smoothly, Simone decided it was time to oversee things herself and let Eleanor turn her talents to a new line of research.

Ian, as it turned out, had been thinking along the same lines.

“Eleanor, your work has been nothing short of brilliant. Honestly, you’ve completely surpassed me—you’re ready to lead your own team,” Simone said, not a hint of exaggeration in her voice.

Eleanor smiled modestly. “Professor Langley, you’re flattering me.”

“I’m not joking,” Simone replied, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Her gaze behind the lenses was earnest and unflinching. “This time, even the Secretary of State made time to meet you in person. I’ve never mentored anyone as gifted as you.”

“Oh! Professor Langley, it’s really not like that. Actually, it’s because—” Eleanor felt her cheeks flush. She suspected the Secretary’s interest in her had far more to do with Mansfield Ellington’s influence than her own achievements.

“Because of what?” Simone asked, surprised.

Eleanor decided it was better not to elaborate. She managed a light laugh. “I suppose I was just lucky—the Secretary happened to be free to see me.”

Simone chuckled. “Luck had nothing to do with it. It’s your ability. Oh, by the way, take a look at this—your next research project, just for you.”

She handed Eleanor a folder. Eleanor, a bit taken aback, opened it to find an in-depth study on gene sequencing.

“You demonstrated real genius in this field last time. I’m confident you’ll break new ground again.”

Eleanor set the folder down, biting her lower lip. After a deep breath, she looked up at Simone. “Professor Langley, after this project, I plan to leave the lab.”

For a moment, Simone wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Eleanor’s gaze was steady. “I want to leave the Ashford Medical University research center.”

This time Simone registered the words. She stared at Eleanor in shock. “You’re leaving?”

Eleanor nodded. “Yes, as soon as the new drug trials wrap up, I’ll be gone.”

Simone looked utterly bewildered. “Why? Or is it—” She paused. “Has someone tried to recruit you?”

Eleanor shook her head calmly. “No one’s poaching me. This is my own decision.”

“Eleanor, have you really thought this through? Do you know how much the lab is counting on you? When this project finishes, I was going to make you a lead investigator. To reach that position at twenty-seven—there haven’t been many in Ashford’s history who’ve done that. Are you sure about this?”

“But I doubt Ian will let you go so easily,” Simone said quietly.

Eleanor’s eyes were resolute. “I don’t need his permission to leave.”

She refused to let her future achievements—everything she’d fought for—be forever stamped with Ian’s name.

“Oh, Eleanor. Do you realize how much you’ll be giving up? The resources, the support?” Simone sighed.

A determined light flashed in Eleanor’s eyes. No one would dictate her fate.

She left Simone’s office and headed to the break room, mug in hand, ready to make herself a cup of coffee.

Just then, her phone rang. Ian’s name lit up the screen.

She hadn’t expected him to call so soon. Rolling her eyes, she answered.

Before she could say a word, Ian’s voice came through—low, controlled, but with an edge of impatience he couldn’t quite hide. “We need to talk.”