No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1190

A moment later, Gavin's voice came back, formal and polite. "Miss Shannon, please come up."

Vanessa turned and glared at the receptionist. "Do you need to reconfirm my identity?"

The receptionist turned and saw her colleague give her a signal. She immediately put on a smile and gestured for Vanessa to follow. "My apologies, Miss Shannon. This way, please."

Vanessa put her sunglasses back on, tilted her chin up, and strode arrogantly toward Ian's private executive elevator.

The feeling was so familiar, it was like coming home.

The receptionist escorting her couldn't help but wonder. Just last week, Gavin had sent out a specific email banning Vanessa from the executive office. Had Mr. Goodwin and her reconciled? Was she still a candidate to be the future boss's wife? Thinking this, the receptionist stole a glance at Vanessa. Dressed to the nines, she was certainly the type of woman men found attractive—sultry and charismatic.

Lately, several versions of gossip had been circulating through the company. It was rumored that several female assistants in the executive office had been fired for trying to seduce Mr. Goodwin. Now, his first, second, and third secretaries had all been replaced by men.

The elevator doors opened, and the receptionist gestured inside. "Miss Shannon, after you."

Vanessa walked confidently toward the CEO's office. Halfway there, Gavin came to meet her. "Miss Shannon, Mr. Goodwin is waiting for you in the conference room."

Vanessa frowned. What did Ian mean by that? Gavin must have told him why she was here.

Ian's face was impassive. He pushed a file across the table toward her. "This is a new contract."

Vanessa's smile froze. She stared at the new contract, then back at Ian. "Ian, what is the meaning of this?"

"The old contract is terminated. If you want to continue receiving gifts, you must sign this new one," Ian's voice held no warmth.

Vanessa quickly snatched the new contract and opened it. The terms were indeed fewer than the old one, but when her eyes landed on a key clause, her face turned pale with shock. "Ian, you want me to be a lifelong blood donor? Are you even human? You're a devil from hell! You want to own me for the rest of my life, is that it?"

Ian's expression remained unchanged, his gaze like ice. "This is your only option for terminating the old contract."