No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1149

"What? Why would he do that? What did we ever do to offend him?" Mrs. Yeaton was also shocked and incredulous.

"And I actually treated him like a future son-in-law. To think he'd betray me like this!" Roland's chest heaved. All the respect and flattery he had shown Ian now turned to hatred and fury.

Thinking back, Ian had helped him go public and then with overseas investments. Every step now seemed like a carefully laid trap, his grand design from the very beginning, all to bankrupt Yeaton Holdings.

"How could it be Mr. Goodwin? Isn't he with Vanessa—" Mrs. Yeaton's eyes flashed with intense anger. "Was it that wretched girl Vanessa who told him to do this?"

Only then did Roland think of that daughter, his illegitimate one, the person who had connected the Yeatons with Ian.

Roland grabbed his coat and stormed out. He had to go find out what kind of grudge his illegitimate daughter had with Ian. If they could resolve it, maybe Ian would let them off the hook.

Behind him, Mrs. Yeaton stomped her foot and cursed, "Oh, what a jinx! To bring such a disaster upon our family!"

"Mom! What's wrong?"

"Faye, hurry and drive your father. He's been drinking tonight." Mrs. Yeaton pushed her daughter, who had just come downstairs, toward the door.

Faye hurried to the garage and saw her father getting into the car. She ran over and stopped him. "Dad, wherever you're going, I'll drive you. You've been drinking."

Roland opened the back door. "To Vanessa's house."

Seeing her father's accusatory expression, Faye immediately said, "Alright, I'll take you."

In contrast to the situation at the Yeaton residence, Vanessa's villa was brightly lit and quiet.

Each of these six sets was worth tens of millions, with a total value of two hundred and eighty million.

They hadn't been willingly given by Ian. Rather, they were trophies she had painstakingly schemed for, using both hard and soft tactics.

It had been for her first solo concert in the country, an event she had prepared for over a year. To showcase her extraordinary charm, she had spared no expense and didn't want to seem cheap when it came to her jewelry.

After picking out six diamond sets, she kept pestering Ian to pay for them — at his office, during his business trips, even at dinners. She remembered the day he finally said yes. He was swamped with work, and after she'd shamelessly begged him once more, he stayed quiet for a few seconds before coolly telling his assistant, Gavin, "Go handle it."

No extra words, as if he were shooing away a pest, his expression one of detached annoyance, wanting only to resolve the trouble quickly.

But in the end, the six priceless necklaces were delivered to her.