No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1115

Vanessa bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with tears—tears of excitement and gratitude.

She looked up at Walden Wells. "I don't need until seven. I'll agree right now. I, I'm willing."

Walden Wells smiled, satisfied. "Good. You have what it takes to be Walden Wells's woman."

With that, he took a room key card from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Ten o'clock tonight, the presidential suite at this hotel. I'll see you then."

Vanessa stared at the key card, then at Walden Wells's retreating back, her whole body trembling slightly.

Finally, was she finally going to be free of Ian? With Walden Wells, her father's company would be safe, and her shares would be secure.

Ian, if I can't have you, then I'll become your enemy.

Vanessa sat alone in the empty cafe, clutching the key card so tightly she nearly bent it in two.

Ten o'clock at night.

In the presidential suite, Vanessa stood wrapped in a bath towel, looking down at the cityscape below, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes.

She, Vanessa, the piano goddess once pursued by countless rich heirs, was now about to willingly climb into an old man's bed.

And it was all Ian's fault.

If he had been willing to love her, to marry her, she would never have ended up in this position.

A fierce hatred blazed in Vanessa's eyes. "Ian, after tonight, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

A moment later, a female assistant delivered a sexy, wine-red nightgown. Vanessa took it and changed. Not long after, the doorbell rang.

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