No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1279

Of course Eleanor knew. To conduct cutting-edge research, talent alone wasn't enough; it required powerful resource support.

"Of course," Ian's tone shifted. "If you insist on leaving, I'll respect your choice. But as a… friend, I hope you'll consider this carefully."

Ian leaned back lazily in his chair. At this moment, he was discussing things with her as an equal.

It was as if he really was just a 'friend' looking out for her best interests.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?" Eleanor asked, looking up at him with a hint of a plea in her eyes.

"Of course," Ian nodded. "Let me know whenever you've made a decision."

After breakfast, on the way to the airport, Eleanor was quiet. She was mulling over her next steps. Transferring the Neural Interface Project to the military was the best course of action, and with Joel Kingsley managing the civilian projects, she could indeed focus on her own research direction.

However, Ian's analysis was very objective. The path through The Guild of Commerce would certainly make her future research much smoother.

But that would mean she'd owe him again. As the chairman of The Guild of Commerce, tilting resources this way would put him under pressure.

After boarding the plane, Eleanor finally broke the silence. "Will doing this affect your reputation as chairman of The Guild of Commerce? After all, such a clear tilting of resources—"

Ian smiled faintly, his tone light. "Don't worry. The foundation's operations will be completely transparent and compliant. The Guild of Commerce exists to support cutting-edge scientific research. No one will question my decision."

Eleanor's brow, however, remained furrowed. After a moment's thought, she couldn't help asking again, "Is such a large-scale investment of funds really not a problem?"

"The foundation's funding sources are quite broad," Ian said, glossing over the details. "Besides the Guild's own funds, there are annual donations from many member companies. Scientific research is, after all, the most promising field."

Eleanor looked at his calm and composed expression, blinked, and then bit her lower lip gently, staring out the window as she thought.

To the man across from her, she looked like a novice in the world of business. A small smile tugged at his lips, as if he was grateful for something.

Thank goodness she was a scientific genius, not a business one. Otherwise, how could he so calmly weave this well-intentioned lie?

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