No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1110

Back in the car, Laverne let out a sigh of relief. "From the look in Mr. Wells's eyes, he's very interested in you. Your plan to get close to him was a success."

Vanessa clutched her chest, a wave of discomfort washing over her.

Well, the man was sixty. When he moved in close, she caught a whiff of that old-person smell and it really put her off.

Compared to Ian's captivating, crisp scent of cedar, Vanessa felt slightly nauseated.

Laverne noticed her discomfort. Although Vanessa came from a humble background as an illegitimate daughter, the wealth and fame Ian had given her over the past decade were no less than that of any heiress. Deep down, Vanessa was proud.

"Vanessa, you need to think this through. Once you start, there's no turning back. Now that you've caught Walden Wells's attention, you have to see this through to the end," Laverne reminded her. She was now banking on Vanessa's connection with Walden Wells to revive her own career.

She was gambling the next few years of her career on Vanessa.

Vanessa stared out the window without responding. Her mind was filled with images of Ian, Henry Holt, and Xavier Vaughn—all so vibrant, handsome, young, and charming. Now, she was about to serve a man older than her own father. She needed courage.

Just then, Laverne's phone rang. She answered it. "Hello? What's up?"

"Laverne, did you hear? Walden Wells was also on the list of candidates for the Guild of Commerce chairmanship. And my media friends said he had been secretly lobbying for the position for a while."

Laverne hadn't been aware of this. "Isn't Walden Wells qualified enough?"

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