No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1061

Ian's hand, braced against the door, trembled slightly. He took a deep breath. "I know I have no right to ask, but—" he said, as if summoning all his courage, "I care about you."

Eleanor watched him quietly, her gaze devoid of resentment or emotion. "If I ever remarry, I'll let you know."

Ian's breath hitched, and his chest heaved for a few seconds. "Are you two already talking about marriage?" he asked, his voice raspy.

Eleanor didn't understand his sudden outburst and frowned. "Ian, it's all in the past."

"It's not in the past!" he practically growled. "I know I don't deserve you—I just—I just want to know if I've truly lost you for good."

Eleanor froze for a few seconds, instinctively taking a step back. The man before her suddenly seemed like a volatile, dangerous beast.

When Ian looked up and saw her retreat, he instantly realized he had frightened her. He clenched the hand that had been blocking the door into a fist and lowered his gaze, like a predator sheathing its claws. He apologized hoarsely, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

With that, he opened the door for Eleanor, who paused for a moment as she walked past him. "We should both move on. You save your family, and I'll do my research. Let's not bother each other anymore."

After saying her piece, Eleanor walked around him and left.

The door closed, leaving the man alone in the conference room. He leaned against the wall, his tall frame looking as if all the strength had been drained from it as a self-deprecating smile touched his lips.

Back in her office, Eleanor's thoughts were in a bit of a turmoil, but she quickly clicked back into a work document. A sudden wave of curiosity washed over her, and she navigated back to the confidential file from before. She reached out to click on it, and when the password prompt appeared, she bit her lip. What kind of file was locked away in there?

Why wouldn't Ian make it public? If it was research material related to her mother, there was no reason to keep it secret. But it was clear these documents had nothing to do with his mother's blood disorder.

"This one."

"The clause states that if you unilaterally terminate your collaboration with Goodwin & Co., Mr. Goodwin has the right to repurchase all your shares at one-tenth of their value. This means that if your partnership with Mr. Goodwin ends, you'll not only lose the shares but also suffer a massive financial loss."

Vanessa's face went pale. "One-tenth? That's not what he said before."

"The contract states it clearly in black and white. Moreover, this clause is cleverly worded to sidestep the legal standards for an unconscionable contract. If you were to sue, your chances of winning are slim." Lawyer Brown then added, "Goodwin & Co.'s legal team is one of the best in the world. Who would dare to take Ian to court?"

Vanessa sank onto the sofa, a chill running through her. Ian had set such a huge trap for her. What she thought was a gift of shares had now become a chain binding her to him.