No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1189

Vanessa leaned in, lowering her voice in a faux-coy whisper. "Your brother was quite passionate that night. He even said I understood him better than Eleanor ever did—"

"Shut up," Serena seethed, glaring at her. "Vanessa, you make me sick."

"Sick?" Vanessa laughed softly. "You didn't seem so disgusted back when you were desperate for me to be your brother’s wife."

Just then, the sales associate handed Serena the gift-wrapped box. Serena took it and turned to leave without another word.

Vanessa watched her go, her mood for shopping completely ruined. There was, however, something urgent she needed to take care of—the matter of her gift from Ian. She couldn't just let a multi-million dollar gift slip through her fingers.

"We're done here. Take me to Goodwin & Co.," Vanessa said to Laverne.

"Vanessa, why are you going to Goodwin & Co.?" Laverne's heart skipped a beat. Hadn't Ian refused to see her?

"To find Ian, of course." Vanessa put on a pair of sunglasses, hiding the ambition and greed in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Serena had parted ways with her friend and gotten back in her car. She immediately picked up her phone and dialed Ian's number.

After a few rings, Ian's deep voice came through. "Serena, what's wrong?"

"Brother, I just ran into Vanessa at the mall," Serena said, her voice filled with frustration. "She said you two slept together. Is that true?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, followed by Ian's firm denial. "No. I have never touched her."

"But she said—"

"It doesn't matter what she said. It's a lie," Ian's voice was laced with ice.

"Then swear to me that you didn't sleep with her." Serena was furious and needed absolute confirmation.

Silence again from the other end.

"Brother, hurry up and say it! This is really important to me," Serena urged.

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