No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1192

Ian stood up, his expression impassive. "It's fine."

Gavin knew very well that his boss had drafted this new contract precisely to avoid a conflict with Walden Wells and mitigate that risk. After all, Walden Wells was a major figure in the tech world. While Goodwin & Co. was on solid ground, they didn't want to make unnecessary enemies.

It was even more unlikely that they would let two corporations clash over Vanessa.

As Ian reached the door of the conference room, he turned his head and ordered, "Have someone look into Walden Wells' tax situation."

Gavin understood immediately. His boss never fought a battle he wasn't prepared to win. More often than not, he preferred to strike first. If Walden Wells was determined to champion Vanessa's cause, a confrontation with Goodwin & Co. was inevitable.

Meanwhile, Vanessa was in her car, silent. Laverne, beside her, didn't dare to ask anything, simply watching as Vanessa picked at her fingers and clenched her jaw, clearly furious again.

On the way over, she had advised Vanessa against meeting Ian. After witnessing his methods, Laverne had grown to fear the man. Businessmen were always driven by profit; how could Vanessa possibly win against him?

"Vanessa, don't go see Ian anymore. You don't want him to plot against you again," Laverne advised softly.

Vanessa's eyes filled with resentment. She had figured it out. The only reason Ian would draft a new contract was because he was afraid of Walden Wells. He didn't want to confront him over her.

Ha! Ian, you can feel fear too? Then just wait for the Wells family's lawyers. I, Vanessa, will make you pay.

"You think I'm afraid of him? I'm not," Vanessa said, turning to Laverne. "Look at my face. Do I look like someone who bows to fate?"

Vanessa couldn't help but remember a time when Ian had practically begged her. He wasn't nearly as tough back then as he was today.

If she felt cold, he had to give her his suit jacket. Otherwise, if she caught a cold, she'd immediately take medicine or get an injection, which would affect her ability to donate blood for his mother. She played all her little games on him, always orchestrating some minor incident two weeks before a scheduled donation.

She savored Ian's boyfriend-like care. She remembered one time during the peak of a global pandemic, a spherical virus that had killed tens of thousands that year. At the airport, everyone was wearing masks, but she was being willful and refused.

Ian had reminded her in a low voice more than once, but she stayed stubborn. Standing there in the airport crowd, she looked up at him with a pout and insisted, "I want you to put it on for me."

That time, disregarding the bustling crowd, Ian had personally put the mask on for her. In moments like those, Vanessa felt like the happiest person in the world. If it weren't for Eleanor, if Ian hadn't been married with a child, how could she not have been his woman?