No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1294

When Vanessa returned to her seat, a server approached and informed her that Walden Wells had gone to a private lounge to rest and that she should join him shortly.

Vanessa’s gaze lingered on Ian in the crowd. Adjusting her expression, she picked up a glass of wine and walked toward him.

"Ian, long time no see," Vanessa said, forcing a natural smile, her voice soft and alluring.

Ian was speaking with several business titans. Hearing her voice, he gave her a cold, sideways glance, not even bothering to look at her directly.

Vanessa spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd and smiled. She could tell from their expressions that they were among those who had once misunderstood her relationship with Ian.

"Ian, don't be so cold. We go way back, after all," Vanessa said, shamelessly pressing on.

Those standing nearby were a little taken aback by Ian's reaction. They all knew Miss Shannon and Mr. Goodwin had a history, but it was clear Mr. Goodwin had no interest in reminiscing.

"Is there something you need, Miss Shannon?" Ian finally responded, his eyes narrowed, his tone still frigid.

Vanessa's smile faltered. "Nothing, really. I just wanted to say hello. I'm so happy to see you and Eleanor getting along so well. I was just chatting with her, and she mentioned that you two are very good partners now."

She intentionally emphasized the word "partners," her eyes fixed on Ian, searching for any flicker of a reaction on his flawless face.

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, Ian's expression was unreadable, but a clear warning flashed in his eyes.

"Stay away from her," Ian said, his voice low but laced with a compelling chill.

Vanessa’s smile froze on her lips. "I guess I overstepped," she said, forcing a laugh.

She turned and walked away. She had confirmed just how much Ian cared about Eleanor, and the twisted satisfaction inside her intensified.

Eleanor used to be the one blinded by love. Now it was Ian's turn. How fitting.

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