No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 900

At the restaurant, as soon as Vanessa and Faye were seated, they drew stares from men all around the room.

Faye enjoyed the attention, but she knew most of it was directed at her sister. Vanessa possessed a strong artistic aura, and the alluring grace in her every glance gave her an irresistible presence that men found captivating.

Faye was trying to learn from her, but her work at the lab meant her style was more conservative and simple. It was hard to maintain the same level of constant sophistication and allure as Vanessa. A flicker of envy and jealousy crossed Faye's eyes as she looked at her sister.

Vanessa stirred her coffee elegantly, long accustomed to being the center of attention. She cared more about tangible things than such vanities.

"How are things at the lab?" Vanessa asked, her tone casual.

Faye's expression soured. "It's fine. Just data entry work. Boring and repetitive." Then, a thought occurred to her. "I was chatting with a colleague recently, and she said she hasn't seen Eleanor at the lab in a long time. Do you know where Mr. Goodwin sent her?"

Vanessa's hand, holding her fork, paused. A flash of surprise crossed her face. "Isn't Eleanor on the Neural Interface Project team at your lab?"

"Not anymore. My colleague said she hasn't seen her in almost two weeks," Faye said, her own expression darkening. Had Eleanor been promoted to an even more advanced lab?

Vanessa's face fell. The timing of Eleanor's disappearance coincided exactly with the arrival of Dr. Smith's team in Ashford City.

Had Ian moved Eleanor to Smith's team? To work on a new treatment for his mother?

Faye's lips curved into a smile. "Well, that's a relief."

Vanessa's confidence reassured her. Faye was counting on inheriting her father's business one day; if it went bankrupt now, her social standing would collapse. She had long enjoyed the benefits of her family's wealth and naturally wanted the company to thrive. At the lab, everyone called her the "Yeaton heiress." If her father went broke, that title would become a joke.

After lunch, Vanessa's private car arrived to pick her up. As she was about to get in, she heard voices behind her and turned instinctively. Two lavishly dressed socialites were walking out of the restaurant, followed by an elegant young woman carrying a handbag.

Vanessa immediately recognized one of the women as Henry's mother. The girl trailing behind them was Selma Quigley—the same girl she had seen at the banquet, Henry's intended match.