No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1145

Faye was about to plead again when she heard a group of people approaching from the elevator bank. She immediately looked over.

A group of men in suits were escorting a young man with a powerful presence. The man at the center stood tall and straight, his silver hair particularly striking. It was Ian.

He was slightly turning his head to listen to the man beside him, his gaze sharp, his steps steady.

Faye's heart began to pound.

Almost instinctively, she rushed toward Ian, shouting, "Ian!"

Her cry was loud and urgent, instantly shattering the orderly atmosphere in the lobby.

Everyone stopped and stared in astonishment at the girl who had just shouted.

Ian paused, turning to look at the woman rushing from the reception area. His deep, cold eyes fell on Faye, as sharp and devoid of warmth as a blade.

A chill ran through Faye under his gaze, but she braced herself and spoke. "Ian, please, for—for my sister's sake, save my father's company! You're my brother-in-law. You're the only one who can help us now."

Ian narrowed his eyes, exuding a coldness and indifference that seemed to freeze the air around him. He didn't seem to want to waste a single word on her.

Gavin, at his side, immediately blocked Faye. "Miss Yeaton, please watch yourself. Mr. Goodwin has no connection to you or the Yeatons."

Seeing the situation, someone made a gesture. "Mr. Goodwin, let's go."

Just as Ian was about to leave, Faye tried to rush forward again. Gavin signaled to the security guards on standby. "Stop her. Don't let her near Mr. Goodwin."

No one could fathom where she got the nerve to call Mr. Goodwin 'brother-in-law.'

The two tall guards stood nearby, watching the frozen Faye, waiting for her to leave on her own.

Faye stared at the entrance in disbelief. Wasn't Vanessa the love of Ian's life? He'd even divorced his wife for her! He helped her father's company go public and managed its overseas factories. Her father had long considered him a future son-in-law.

Why? Why was it like this?

Overwhelmed by a colossal sense of shame, Faye staggered to her feet and ran outside, only to see a line of luxury cars driving away.

She remembered Ian's warning, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air between them. It was as if the Yeatons meant nothing to Ian, not even worthy of a mention.