No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 901

That meant the other wealthy socialite had to be Selma Quigley's mother. Now that Vanessa looked closer, she could see the striking resemblance between them.

The two women were deep in conversation as they walked, completely oblivious to their surroundings.

Vanessa had considered going over to say hello, but she decided against it.

Selma, too, was lost in her own thoughts and didn't notice Vanessa.

Just then, the first Rolls-Royce pulled up. Mrs. Holt waved goodbye as Selma and her mother climbed into the car and drove away.

As Mrs. Holt waited for her own car, Vanessa saw her chance. With a warm smile, she approached her. "Mrs. Holt, it's been a while."

Mrs. Holt was startled by the sudden greeting.

She turned around. When she saw Vanessa, she smiled politely. "Miss Shannon! It's been a while."

"You look as young and elegant as ever, Mrs. Holt," Vanessa said, her tone a perfect blend of warmth and respect.

A practiced, courteous smile touched Mrs. Holt's well-maintained features. "You're too kind, Miss Shannon. Were you dining here as well?" As she spoke, her gaze subtly swept over Vanessa, a flicker of appreciation in her eyes, but nothing more.

"Yes, I was having a meal with a friend," Vanessa replied. Just then, a Bentley glided to a stop beside them. Mrs. Holt was clearly in a hurry. "I have to run," she said. "Let's catch up another time."

"Take care," Vanessa said, smiling as she watched her get into the car.

Once Mrs. Holt's car had disappeared from view, Vanessa's smile vanished, replaced by a look of deep contemplation.

Instead of getting into her own car, she pulled out her phone and dialed Henry Holt's number.

"Hello? Vanessa?" His voice on the other end was filled with pleasant surprise. It made sense; it wasn't every day that she called him first.

"I just ran into your mother at the restaurant," Vanessa said cheerfully. "She was having lunch with a friend. And guess who else I saw?"

Henry's curiosity was piqued. "Oh? Who?"

"Of course it's true," Henry said earnestly.

"Alright, I believe you," Vanessa said. "There's a movie I want to see this Friday. Are you free to go with me?"

"I'm always free for you."

"Great! It's a date, then. Don't you dare stand me up."

"I'd stand up anyone else, but never you," Henry promised.

"Okay, I'm heading home to rest. Talk to you later."

"Alright."

After hanging up, the gentle smile in Vanessa's eyes vanished. She got into her car and told the driver, "To the Goodwin & Co. headquarters."