No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1181

Vanessa bit her lip. Ian was out of the country? What for?

Just then, she heard a car pull up outside. She immediately deleted her chat history with Gavin, not wanting Walden Wells to find out she'd been asking Ian for a gift.

Wearing a sexy, wine-red slip dress, Vanessa gracefully descended the stairs, only to find Walden Wells storming in with a thunderous expression. He didn't even glance her way, which sent a jolt of alarm through her.

"Walden, is something wrong?" Vanessa asked, approaching him with concern.

Walden Wells dropped onto the sofa and slammed his fist into a throw pillow. "Ian was invited to the Sun Valley Conference," he growled, his voice dark. "Who knows how many deals he'll close this time."

Vanessa's heart raced.

The Sun Valley Conference was held only once every three years—a gathering of the world's top business leaders. Invitations were extended only to the most influential figures in their respective fields. She remembered Ian attending three years ago, and now he was there again.

Just how far had Ian's business empire expanded?

"Walden, don't be angry—" Vanessa tried to console him.

"How can I not be angry?" Walden Wells sneered. "That young punk actually got an invitation from Sun Valley."

Meanwhile, even if he went, he would only be able to linger on the fringes, never touching the real centers of power.

Vanessa lowered her gaze, hiding the jealousy and bitterness in her eyes. If Eleanor hadn't developed the drug that saved the Goodwin family, she would still be Ian's sole donor. She wouldn't have had to throw herself into the arms of a man in his sixties.

When Walden Wells was in a bad mood, he was like a raging beast, and anyone who got too close was bound to suffer.

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