No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 853

Eleanor gracefully took the seat they had left for her at the head of the table. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft halo around her.

"Let's begin," she said, nodding to Ellington.

He opened his laptop and started presenting the year-end report. Eleanor listened intently, her expression immediately shifting to one of cool, focused concentration.

Other patrons who arrived couldn't help but be drawn to the scene: a beautiful woman surrounded by seven men in sharp business suits. It was obvious she was their boss, and the men themselves, judging by their age and demeanor, were clearly successful figures in the business world. Three of them were French, and they delivered their reports entirely in their native tongue. Eleanor transitioned seamlessly between French and English, her fluency effortless.

Every gesture she made radiated an unquestionable authority, a natural air of leadership. The other patrons overheard the men refer to her respectfully as "Ms. Sutton."

A few young women at a nearby table began whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and envy.

Even the three baristas couldn't help but steal glances.

They recognized Eleanor from her occasional coffee runs; her striking beauty made her hard to forget. They knew she lived in the exclusive Cloudcrest Manor next door but had no idea she was the head of a company. It just went to show that everyone in that neighborhood was either wealthy or powerful.

Lost in a world of data and projections, Eleanor was entirely unaware of the attention she was drawing.

Her charisma wasn't a deliberate performance but a natural extension of her passion and dedication to her work—an aura that emanated from within.

An hour later, the meeting concluded. Eleanor stood and shook hands with Ellington and each of the managers, her smile gentle and her demeanor relaxed yet professional. The group escorted her to the entrance of her residential complex before departing.

As she walked back into the complex, she sent Xavier a text.

"The girls are still having a blast," he replied. "Why don't you come over and join us for a bit?"

Remembering the lab data she still needed to analyze that afternoon, she typed back, "I have to get back to work, but how about I treat you all to dinner tonight?"

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