No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1151

Roland stared at his eldest daughter, speechless, while Faye looked on in shock.

"Let me tell you, I've done nothing wrong," Vanessa declared. "I got to where I am today through my own hard work. It's your own fault you couldn't hold onto the company. Don't you dare try to pin this on me—I lost thirteen percent of my shares, too!"

Faye suddenly found Vanessa utterly ridiculous. "Then why did you put on such a show for our family, pretending you and Mr. Goodwin were so in love? Why act like he doted on you? Why let us all mistakenly believe you were about to become the next Mrs. Goodwin?"

Faye's questions undeniably struck a nerve, exposing Vanessa's most hypocritical and shameful side.

Vanessa whipped her head around, glaring at Faye for a few seconds before sneering, "Why? Because I felt like it! It was fun. What's it to you?"

"Oh, so it was all just a show you directed yourself!" Faye taunted. "You played your part so well that we all believed it. Even Eleanor Sutton divorced Ian Goodwin, clearing the way for you. You have no shame at all, do you?"

A desperate, frantic look flashed in Vanessa's eyes. "Yes, it was all an act! Ian paid me and gave me resources to buy my blood to save his mother, alright? Our deal is almost over anyway, so you can say whatever you like."

The truth left Roland dumbfounded. He finally understood why Ian was targeting the Yeatons—it was because his eldest daughter was so vain and insatiably greedy.

"Is that what your mother taught you?" Roland suddenly recalled her mother's character, feeling a pathetic sense of resentment as he added with a self-deprecating sneer, "Like mother, like daughter."

"Vanessa, you can live in your fantasy world if you want, but why did you have to lie to all of us?" Faye accused angrily. "Do you realize Ian is the one sabotaging Dad's company right now?" The memory of calling Ian her brother-in-law earlier that day made her realize what a complete fool she must have looked like, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

Vanessa didn't cry. Clutching her stinging cheek, she slowly turned her head to fix Roland with a look of icy hatred. "You hit me? Roland, what right do you have? You don't even deserve to be called my father."

Roland raised his hand again but let it drop. His face was ashen, and he trembled with rage. "You—"

In the end, Roland turned and left. Faye glanced back at Vanessa on the ground, a hidden flicker of pleasure in her own eyes.

Roland knew it with absolute certainty now: Yeaton Holdings was doomed. Ian was using the company to vent his fury and exact his revenge.

How could any company targeted by Ian possibly survive?