No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1214

Her words had precisely targeted his dissatisfaction with Ian. This could be an opportunity—a chance to stir up trouble with the Goodwin & Co. board. If he could get the shareholders to collectively oppose Ian's upcoming decisions, it would disrupt his plans. It was a viable way to hinder Ian's future progress.

Walden reached out and patted Vanessa's shoulder. "Vanessa, you've made a good point. I'll be keeping an eye on this."

Vanessa lowered her head, a triumphant glint flashing in her eyes. She knew Walden would go and create trouble for Ian and Eleanor on her behalf.

When that happened, with Ian facing doubt and pressure from his board and shareholders, would he continue to protect Eleanor's research, or would he appease the board to consolidate his own authority within the company?

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A little later, Walden Wells went out again on business. Vanessa sat on the sofa, scrolling through the news. Suddenly, in the finance section, she saw an announcement about the successful union of The Holt Group and the Quigley Group, with the wedding scheduled to take place in three days.

Vanessa's mood soured even further. Henry and Selma Quigley were getting married. The thought of her rival, Selma, made her grit her teeth.

It had been a long time since anyone had treated her with such disdain, yet Selma Quigley, empowered by Henry, had humiliated her time and time again.

Vanessa picked up her phone and opened her chat with Henry. She scrolled frantically upwards, finally reaching their conversations from two years ago. Henry had sent her a photo of himself wearing a baseball cap, posing with a world-class baseball champion, grinning brightly under the sun.

His side of the chat was filled with messages he had initiated.

[Vanessa, are you up? I got the autograph for you.]

[Next time, I'll take you to get a photo with him.]

[I found a new French restaurant near your campus. I hear the desserts are amazing. Are you free this weekend? I'd love to take you.]

While he couldn't match Ian's mature stability and business acumen at the time, she had definitely relied on him for emotional support and material convenience.

In contrast, her replies had always been brief, often dismissive and careless. Sometimes she would take a long time to respond, but Henry never got angry, always remaining as enthusiastic as ever.

In Henry's eyes, she had been a noble, pure goddess, a precious treasure.

She would complain to him about how Ian didn't understand her, how he was too busy to spend time with her, how cold he was. And Henry would offer warm encouragement, silently stepping in to give her the affection Ian wouldn't.

Ha.

Looking back at these chat logs, Vanessa felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She might have never truly had Ian, but Henry had once been completely hers—a possession she could control and use as she pleased.