No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1144

Faye bit her lip hard. She headed to a restroom to compose herself. Just as she entered a stall, she heard colleagues from the office come in.

"Did you see the news about Yeaton Holdings? I heard the Yeatons are going bankrupt."

"There was so much bad press about the Yeatons back then. I'm surprised they even managed to go public."

"It's more than just bankruptcy. The news said it might involve serious financial crimes. Someone could even go to jail."

"Faye won't be able to hold on to her 'rich heiress' title for much longer. Look how smug she used to be."

"She used to be such a high-and-mighty princess. Now... tsk. She'll be lucky if she's not saddled with debt."

In the stall, Faye struggled to control her emotions. These people used to envy and flatter her, but now they were kicking her while she was down. She didn't even have the courage to go out and confront them.

Once Faye was back in her car, she called Vanessa. Although she hated Vanessa for taking a stake in the company, now that it was on the verge of bankruptcy, Vanessa's shares were worthless paper. She still hoped Vanessa could save the company.

"What is it?" Vanessa's mocking voice came from the other end.

"Let's meet," Faye said.

Vanessa didn't refuse. They agreed to meet at a café near Vanessa's place. Seeing Faye's state, Vanessa got straight to the point. "Well? What do you want?"

"Can you please go beg Mr. Goodwin again? Ask him to save Dad's company. After all, you own thirteen percent of the shares," Faye pleaded.

Vanessa sneered. "You only think of me when you need something. Faye, you're too naive."

"Please. You and Mr. Goodwin are so close. Bailing out Yeaton Holdings is nothing for him," Faye pleaded, her eyes full of entreaty. Ian's position in the business world was unshakable, and there was no company he couldn't save.

A crazy idea formed in her mind—she would go beg Ian herself. Even if there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, she had to try.

She headed straight for Goodwin & Co. headquarters. Standing there beneath the towering skyscraper, exhausted from days without sleep, Faye felt a sudden wave of dizziness, and for a moment, she felt completely small and lost.

She took a deep breath, smoothed her dress, and walked to the reception desk.

"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Ian Goodwin," Faye said directly.

The receptionist maintained a professional smile. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but I have something extremely important to discuss. Please, I must see him." Faye maintained her usual assertive demeanor.

"I'm sorry, but we can't let you go up without an appointment." The receptionist's tone was polite but firm and non-negotiable.