No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1120

The business gala was held at a high-end hotel owned by The Guild of Commerce.

The building was ablaze with lights, and the roads in front of the hotel had been closed off, accessible only to guests with credentials for the evening.

Eleanor's car pulled up, and she handed the keys to a valet before walking towards the grand hall.

She wore a simple white gown with a perfectly tailored waist, paired with stilettos, looking elegant and understated, yet dignified.

At that moment, at the entrance to the ballroom, Vanessa made a grand entrance on Walden Wells's arm, dressed in a wine-red, backless evening gown. She instantly captured the attention of everyone present.

Vanessa's eyes immediately locked onto the man at the center of the room.

Ian was conversing with several elders of The Guild of Commerce. Noticing new arrivals, he looked up and saw Walden Wells approaching with Vanessa. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Vanessa caught his fleeting reaction, and a triumphant smile touched her lips. Did that mean he cared?

She deliberately pressed closer to Walden Wells, whispering in his ear in an intimate gesture.

She refused to believe that Ian could see her with Walden Wells and feel nothing. After all, everyone used to know that she was Ian's woman.

"Mr. Goodwin, good evening," Walden Wells said, his expression a mix of arrogance and self-satisfaction.

"Mr. Wells, welcome." Ian inclined his head slightly. As the host, it was his duty to welcome all the guests.

"This is my date, Miss Vanessa," Walden Wells said, taking Vanessa's hand. "I believe you two know each other."

Vanessa lifted her chin slightly, meeting Ian's gaze as her red lips curved into a smile. "Mr. Goodwin, it's been a while."

She mirrored his formal tone, but her smiling eyes held a mix of triumph, provocation, and a sharp, intense pain.

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