No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 546

After Eleanor left the lab, York’s research facility closed down within a year due to funding issues.

Once Dr. Windsor retired, he spent the past couple of years teaching as a professor at a medical college in Montclair.

A new message popped up from Xavier: “Let’s grab dinner sometime—celebrate a bit.”

Eleanor remembered she still owed him a meal. She replied, “Sure, let’s catch up when we’re both free.”

Thursday arrived before she knew it.

Eleanor stood by the arrivals gate at the airport, scanning the crowd for that familiar figure.

Moments later, a spry, silver-haired gentleman emerged, pushing his luggage with a steady hand.

—York, a renowned doctor in the field of neuroscience.

“Mr. Windsor.” Eleanor hurried over, her eyes misting as she approached.

“Eleanor, you’ve gotten taller! And even more beautiful,” York beamed, genuine pride flickering in his gaze.

Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh. “Mr. Windsor, I’m hardly a kid anymore. I stopped growing ages ago!”

York let out a hearty chuckle. “To me, you’ll always be that little girl trailing after Elliot.”

A young man with a gentle face at York’s side greeted her, “Miss Sutton, hello.”

Eleanor noticed him for the first time and smiled, a bit embarrassed. “Hi, are you Mr. Windsor’s assistant?”

“Mann. Just graduated this year. I’m working as his assistant now,” York explained.

Eleanor offered him a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Eleanor.”

“I’ve been following your research for a while. You’re my role model,” Mann admitted shyly.

Eleanor ushered them forward. “The car’s outside. Let’s head back to the city for lunch.”

“Sounds good.” York nodded, then turned to her, “I heard you were awarded your doctorate ahead of schedule?”

Eleanor blinked, surprised. “You heard about that?”

“I saw it on Ashford Medical University’s website,” Mann chimed in.

York’s eyes glimmered with approval. “If Elliot knew, he’d be so proud of you.”

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Inside a private dining room at the restaurant, Eleanor poured tea for York.

Eleanor frowned, turning to York. “Mr. Windsor, let’s go.”

Ian inclined his head with impeccable manners. “If you ever reconsider, my door is always open.” With that, he walked away.

York let out a low, dismissive snort. “Young capitalists—always chasing maximum profit.”

Eleanor looked at him in surprise. “You two have met before?”

York nodded, still sounding annoyed. “He came to see me last month, offered to fund the lab—on the condition that all our patents would belong to Goodwin & Co.”

Mann couldn’t hold back. “Professor Windsor rejected him on the spot. That kind of demand would strangle scientific freedom.”

Eleanor knew Ian’s tactics too well—using money to control everything, turning research into a mere commodity.

“I’ve always hated being under anyone’s thumb,” York muttered.

She understood Ian all too clearly: he thrived on controlling others, but never let himself be controlled—a classic power player.

Relief washed over her. For a moment, she’d feared Ian was the mysterious new backer behind Mr. Windsor, but clearly, he hadn’t managed to buy his way in.

Which meant—Mr. Windsor’s investor was someone else entirely.