No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 897

She decided to put it out of her mind for now and deal with it at the lab tomorrow.

The next morning, after dropping off her daughter, Eleanor drove straight to the lab. As soon as she arrived, an assistant approached her. "Dr. Sutton, the doctor is waiting for you in the conference room for a meeting."

"I'll be right there," Eleanor said, pulling on her white lab coat.

She swiftly tied back her long hair, her movements efficient and professional, radiating an air of scholarly authority.

When Eleanor walked into the conference room, the morning sun was streaming through the glass walls, backlighting Ian. The light cast his already striking, deep-set features into sharp, unreadable shadows.

He glanced up as she entered, but his eyes dropped the moment they met hers.

Sensing the tension, Dr. Smith broke the silence with a forced chuckle. "Well, shall we begin? We have some new data sets from this morning to review."

He could see that Eleanor had the upper hand in their silent conflict, while Ian was on the defensive.

"Doctor, could you give us five minutes?" Eleanor asked.

"Of course," Smith replied, happy to give them a chance to resolve their issues. He tactfully closed the door behind him, leaving them alone.

The sunlight illuminated the dust motes dancing in the air, but it did nothing to dispel the frigid atmosphere between them.

Eleanor walked right up to the conference table, something she rarely did, and leaned forward, bracing her hands on its surface. She looked down at the seated man, her posture making it clear she was here to negotiate.

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