No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1004

Ian kept his eyes closed, not even bothering to lift an eyelid. "You handle it."

His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

Gavin understood and took the phone out to the balcony to answer.

"Miss Shannon, how can I help you?" Gavin asked politely.

"Gavin, where's Ian? I've been trying to call him, but it won't go through. Is he busy?" Vanessa's voice was as gentle and cheerful as always.

"Mr. Goodwin is in a meeting and can't take calls right now. You can tell me if it's important," Gavin said.

"Oh, it's nothing, Gavin. I just wanted to see how he was doing," Vanessa said with a laugh.

"Mr. Goodwin is fine. You don't need to worry, Miss Shannon."

"Alright then, I won't bother you," Vanessa said before hanging up.

Gavin returned to his seat with the phone in his hand. In the past, no matter how impatient Mr. Goodwin was, he would always maintain a basic level of courtesy. But now that Vanessa had gotten so much, he no longer felt the need to put on an act.

Gavin reviewed every document that came across his desk for a signature. He had, of course, seen the contract transferring a portion of Yeaton Holdings' shares to Vanessa. That three-billion-dollar stake was likely Mr. Goodwin's final transaction with her.

Since becoming Ian's assistant, Gavin had frequent dealings with Vanessa and was involved in many of their affairs. Over the years, he saw her appetite for more only grow.

But it was clear to Gavin that Vanessa was deeply in love with his boss. Her desire for his affection was far stronger than her desire for material wealth.

She often acted as if he were her boyfriend, and anyone not in the know would have easily mistaken their relationship.

As for why his boss never clarified his relationship with Vanessa, Gavin figured it was a strategy to keep the peace. After all, Vanessa wore her ambition and intensity on her sleeve; she wasn't as quiet, obedient, and easily satisfied as Eleanor had been.

Gavin vividly remembered one particular incident. Mr. Goodwin had returned to the country after a six-month business trip in Drexford, and Eleanor had come to pick him up from the airport in the middle of the night.

Mr. Goodwin had spent a solid week in transnational negotiations and was utterly exhausted. When Eleanor saw him emerge, she ran through the crowd to meet him, her eyes fixed on his face. "Are you tired?" she had asked softly.

Mr. Goodwin was so drained he didn't even want to speak. He simply reached out and ruffled her hair. In response, Eleanor had beamed, her eyes shining with love and concern.