No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1105

Ian's voice turned cold. "Mr. Wells, if you have an issue with me, you are welcome to raise it at the council meeting. A man of your age should know something about respect."

Walden Wells's face turned pale with anger from the rebuke. Just as he was about to argue back, his assistant stepped in. "Mr. Wells, you have another meeting to get to."

Walden Wells huffed and finally left with his assistant.

Eleanor turned to Ian. "Thank you."

Ian's gaze was deep. "He was targeting me. You shouldn't have been dragged into this."

Just then, Mr. Brown walked over and clapped Ian on the shoulder. "Ian, Ms. Sutton, I've arranged for lunch. Let's go chat."

"Thank you, Mr. Brown, but I still have—" Eleanor began to politely decline.

But just then, President Larkin approached them and said to Eleanor, "Dr. Sutton, please join us. I happen to have some medical questions I was hoping to ask you."

Ian's deep gaze fell on Eleanor's face. "Then let's go together."

In front of so many industry leaders, Eleanor felt it would be inappropriate to refuse again. Being invited was an honor. She smiled at Mr. Brown and said, "In that case, I'd be happy to accept."

The luncheon was held in a private banquet hall at the convention center. On the way there, Ian and Mr. Brown walked ahead, while Eleanor followed with several other industry leaders. President Larkin was asking her about genetics, and Eleanor did her best to answer.

This scene was captured by reporters. Among the group of industry titans, the two younger figures of Ian and Eleanor stood out, looking particularly brilliant and eye-catching.

Once everyone was seated, Ian, who'd rather have sat by Eleanor, found himself guided to the head of the table.

Eleanor took the seat beside President Larkin.

"Dr. Sutton, I hear you've made a major breakthrough in your brain-computer interface research?" Mr. Brown asked with great interest.

Eleanor's eyes met Ian's for a couple of seconds. Ian gave a slight, encouraging nod, giving her permission to talk about the Neural Interface Project.

Eleanor tactfully described parts of her research. Everyone was amazed that such a young research prodigy was also such a beautiful young woman.

Ian quietly held a cup of tea, watching Eleanor speak eloquently about her work. She was so radiant that it was impossible to look away, and even the seasoned business leaders at the table listened with rapt attention.

"Mr. Goodwin certainly has a keen eye for talent," President Larkin praised. "A talent like Dr. Sutton is indeed worthy of significant support."

Ian nodded slightly. "Progress is driven by technology, and talent is at its core. Dr. Sutton is certainly deserving."

An intense gaze was directed her way. Eleanor was looking down, sipping her tea. Just then, a waiter brought a dessert and placed it exclusively in front of her.

Ian made a gesture. "I ordered this dessert specially for Dr. Sutton."

Eleanor was slightly taken aback.

Everyone at the table understood that Ian was trying to win Eleanor's favor.

After all, most of them knew they had once been married.

"The dessert here is supposed to be excellent. You should try it, Ms. Sutton," Mr. Brown said with a smile.

Eleanor nodded at Mr. Brown, her gaze flicking over to the man at the head of the table before she picked up her spoon and took a bite.

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