No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1048

In a coffee shop, Serena was waiting for someone.

In the past, her patience had always been limited, but now, she sat quietly and calmly. Beside her was a shopping bag containing a new designer handbag.

A short while later, a middle-aged woman walked in. Though her appearance was unremarkable, her eyes held a sharp, capable gleam. Upon seeing Serena, she immediately broke into a warm smile and approached. "Miss Goodwin, have you been waiting long?"

Serena smiled slightly. "No, please have a seat, Leah."

Flavia was Vanessa's first assistant in Drexford. However, she later left to pursue her own career and was now a manager for several artists in the country.

After Flavia sat down, Serena pushed the shopping bag toward her. "This is a gift for you. Thank you for agreeing to meet."

Flavia feigned surprise, covering her mouth, but accepted the gift without hesitation. "Miss Goodwin, you're too kind. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you everything."

Serena stirred her coffee, her tone even. "I want to know everything about what happened between Vanessa and my brother back then. Anything you can remember."

Flavia seemed to have guessed that Serena and Vanessa had fallen out. After all, the fact that Vanessa was now accepting any commercial she could get was a clear sign of her decline.

Without the Goodwin family's backing, Vanessa couldn't make much money from playing the piano alone.

Flavia had once suggested she enter the domestic film industry, only to be scornfully rejected by Vanessa on the spot.

Flavia took a sip of her coffee. "Back then, Miss Shannon certainly put a lot of effort into pursuing Mr. Goodwin. She didn't just study his preferences; she knew yours and your mother's inside and out as well."

And back then, she had even helped Vanessa by speaking well of her in front of their mother. The thought of it now made her want to slap herself.

"She was quite the actress. Playing the victim and feigning fainting spells were her go-to moves. One time, she called and demanded Mr. Goodwin personally take her to the hospital. I remember your brother sent his assistant instead. At the hospital, she deliberately took a cold shower and ended up with a fever of a hundred and four, nearly passing out."

Serena took a deep breath. She finally understood why her brother had to personally carry her and stay with her time and again. Vanessa had relentlessly tested his boundaries, growing more audacious with each success.

"Anything else?" Serena asked.

"She also used to post ambiguous photos and captions on social media to make people misunderstand her relationship with Mr. Goodwin. Especially her classmates from The Arts Institute—every single one of them thought she was Mr. Goodwin's mistress." As she spoke, Flavia pulled out her phone and showed her a few screenshots. "Look, take this photo for example. She found out in advance that Mr. Goodwin was meeting a client here. She took the opportunity to go over and say hello, then had me take a picture of her from a specific angle, making it look like Mr. Goodwin had taken her to dinner at the restaurant."