No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 770

When Eleanor finished work, Joel came by to discuss the commercial project. Goodwin Biotech was assembling a new R&D team, but from their side, only Faye was being transferred.

“I got the email. Honestly, Faye leaving the team is for the best,” Joel said. Faye was too emotionally invested, and she seemed to go out of her way to provoke Eleanor. Joel had wanted her off the team for a while now.

Besides, Faye’s open infatuation made Joel uncomfortable. He believed that mixing feelings with work only undermined one’s professionalism.

Because of her sister’s connections, Faye had her pick of projects—everything except the core neural interface research.

“I’ll make sure everything’s handled properly. We can make the basic data available, but anything involving patents has to go through the approval process, per the partnership agreement,” Joel said.

Eleanor nodded. “Alright.”

Just then, Joel’s phone rang. He answered, “Hello?”

“Dr. Kingsley, Mr. Goodwin would like you to come to Goodwin & Co. for a private meeting,” came Gavin’s voice.

“What’s this about?” Joel frowned.

“Mr. Goodwin didn’t specify, but he asked if you could come by after work,” Gavin replied, sounding insistent.

“Alright, I’ll be there,” Joel said.

After hanging up, he turned to Eleanor. “Ian wants to see me after work. Do you know what it's about?”

Eleanor thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No idea. Maybe it’s something urgent on the business side.”

“If it’s work-related, I would’ve thought he’d want to talk to you too,” Joel mused.

“I’m just about done for the day—you go ahead,” Eleanor told him.

Joel nodded. They headed downstairs to the parking lot together. Faye, who was on her phone in the lobby, glanced over and felt a pang of jealousy watching them.

Joel saw right through him. For all Ian’s effortless elegance and manners, there was a sharp mind and a steely resolve beneath the surface.

Which meant that, despite the courteous welcome, Joel had to stay on his guard.

“No trouble at all. What can I do for you, Mr. Goodwin?” Joel replied, matching the formality.

A young assistant promptly brought in coffee and refreshments, then slipped out.

Ian tapped his fingers lightly on the table. “Dr. Kingsley, are you interested in working on the commercial R&D project?”

Joel’s expression tightened. He’d suspected as much on the drive over, but he hadn’t expected Ian to bring it up so directly.

“There’s a big market for commercial applications, but it’s not really my area of interest,” Joel said carefully.

“I understand it might seem like a waste of your talents to put you on such a project,” Ian replied, his eyes steady and his tone calm but unmistakably firm. “But the neural interface project requires enormous ongoing investment. While I’m happy to continue funding it, the board’s patience for projects without obvious returns is wearing thin.”