No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1335

And now?

Gwenda had a stable job and was becoming increasingly valued by Eleanor's side. But she... she was now the daughter of a murderer.

Perhaps Gwenda's life would never be one of great wealth, but it would be stable, solid, and progressively better.

Meanwhile, Faye was shackled with the stigma and burden her father had left her, her future looking bleak.

"I'm fine," Faye said, almost instinctively straightening her back and responding in a cool tone.

Gwenda smiled. "That's good to hear."

After speaking, Gwenda ordered two coffees. Just then, a few other employees walked over and greeted her warmly. It was clear Gwenda was well-liked by her colleagues.

Faye bit her lip. She had once been labeled the cool, unapproachable goddess, but now, who even noticed her?

"Isn't that Faye? The former Yeaton Holdings chairman in the news today is her dad!"

"Yeah, that's her."

"I can't believe her dad would do something like that."

Faye's face went white, feeling as though all eyes in the room were fixed on her. She abruptly turned and walked away, leaving her untouched juice on the table.

***

At six in the evening, Eleanor had just gotten home when she received a call from her daughter. She and Ian were waiting for her in the underground parking garage. Having finally completed all the handover tasks, Eleanor felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Dressed for the late June weather, she wore a simple t-shirt and a denim skirt. Her long hair was pulled up into a bun, with soft wisps framing her face, making her look several years younger.

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