No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 858

Laverne smirked, a hint of pride in her voice. "Of course. Did you expect anything less from someone I hired?"

Vanessa fell silent, lost in thought. Laverne had noticed that since her return, she seemed more preoccupied than ever, even canceling several lucrative commercial events that had been arranged for her.

"Vanessa, there's an advertiser offering fifty million for a campaign. Are you interested—"

"Not interested," Vanessa cut her off with a frown.

"Fifty million is a lot of money just to show up and smile for the camera."

At that, a disdainful smile touched Vanessa's lips as she shot her manager a dismissive look. "Do you really think I still need to shoot commercials to make money?"

Laverne was taken aback, momentarily speechless.

She was right, of course. Vanessa didn't need it.

Her one and only ambition had ever been to marry into the Goodwin family and claim the revered title of Mrs. Goodwin, the lady of a multi-billion-dollar dynasty.

Endorsement fees and appearance payments were trivial in comparison.

Vanessa gazed out the window and sighed. "Laverne, the title of Mrs. Goodwin is the only thing worth fighting for. It represents true top-tier status, an endless stream of wealth and resources. Once I have that, do you think I'd let you down?"

Laverne saw the determined glint in her eyes and understood. Vanessa's career was secondary; she was entirely captivated by the prospect of becoming Mrs. Goodwin. Her work was merely a stepping stone toward that ultimate prize, and she was willing to sacrifice anything for it.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Eleanor received a call from Gina Quinn.

"Eleanor, why don't you and Evelyn come over to celebrate with us? Have dinner with the family," Gina's voice sounded weaker than before, tinged with exhaustion.

"Thank you for the invitation, Gina, but we won't be able to make it," Eleanor replied politely. Even knowing Gina's condition, her feelings were limited to sympathy.

"Alright. Well, bring Evelyn to visit after the holidays when you have time," Gina added.

"Of course," Eleanor said, maintaining the courteous tone.

She then called Joel, who had already booked a flight to spend the holiday abroad with his father.