No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1307

Ian watched her, his thoughts a complex mix. At that moment, he wished one person, in particular, could see her. He was certain that person would be immensely proud of the woman Eleanor had become.

That person was her father, Elliot Sutton.

She had perfectly inherited her father's brilliance, resilience, and passion for research.

Eleanor commanded the room with confidence and poise, fielding questions from the military representatives with ease and earning their consistent approval.

Just then, Ian's phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen, then stood up and slipped out the back door of the conference room.

He found a quiet spot in the hallway and answered the call. "Smith."

"Mr. Goodwin, I'm sorry to bother you," Dr. Smith's voice came through. "As per the contract, we've contacted Miss Shannon multiple times to request she fulfill her blood donation obligations, but she keeps making excuses. Today, she's stopped answering our calls altogether. Our lab's blood supply is critically low—"

Ian's expression hardened. "I understand. I'll handle it."

Although Eleanor had found a cure for the underlying condition, the research hadn't stopped. Ian needed to continue his work in that area.

"Thank you, Mr. Goodwin." Dr. Smith hung up.

Ian immediately found Vanessa's number and dialed.

A few seconds later, Vanessa's voice, a deliberate, sultry drawl, came through the line. "Ian? What a surprise. You're actually calling me."

"Why did you refuse the call from Smith's lab?" Ian asked, his tone icy and cutting straight to the point without any pleasantries.

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