No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1191

Vanessa shot to her feet, her voice sharp. "No way! No chance. I'm not signing what's basically a slave contract."

Gavin explained, "Miss Shannon, please take a closer look at this new contract. It's more favorable to you."

Vanessa scoffed, "Favorable to me?" Her resentful gaze fixed on Ian Goodwin's handsome face. "For the past ten years, I've invested so much emotion in you, and what have I gotten in return? You haven't even touched me once. Ian, if you want me to sign, I have two conditions. First, sleep with me for a year. Second, you can never see Eleanor Sutton again, and you're forbidden from remarrying her."

Gavin coughed awkwardly beside them. "Miss Shannon, please have some self-respect."

Ian's gaze turned to ice, and the atmosphere in the meeting room grew tense.

"What? You don't want to? I don't want the gift. I can even donate blood to you for free, as long as you meet these two conditions. Deal?" Vanessa leaned forward, her hands on the table, glaring at the man opposite her. But seeing his cold, impassive face only deepened her anguish.

"Vanessa," Ian looked up, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "It seems you still haven't grasped your situation."

Then, Ian stood up, towering over her. "Did you think I was negotiating with you?"

Vanessa's heart sank, shaken by the chill in his eyes. When she was of no value to this man, she knew her place—nothing more than a discarded pawn he detested. But her pride made her push back. "What else would it be?"

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