No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1629

Eleanor gave a brief nod. "Alright, let's wait for him."

Two minutes later, the steady sound of approaching footsteps echoed from down the hall. Ian, impeccably dressed in a dark, tailored suit, rounded the corner. He was flanked by Gavin and two senior shareholders. The second his eyes landed on Eleanor, a flash of genuine surprise and warmth softened his sharp features.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" he asked, a hint of playful grievance lacing his low voice.

Eleanor quickly explained, "Ellington called me while I was on the road, so I came straight here."

It had been a while since Ellington had seen Ian in person. Watching the fiercely devoted way the CEO looked at Eleanor, Ellington practically cheered internally. It was painfully obvious that their relationship had leveled up significantly.

Ian shifted his gaze to the manager.

Ellington hurriedly clarified, "Mr. Goodwin, there's a critical proposal on the agenda today that urgently required Ms. Sutton's presence."

Ian nodded in understanding, his attention immediately returning to Eleanor. His eyes were heavy with adoration. "Don't worry. Ellington's proposal will pass without a hitch."

"Thank you," Eleanor replied, deliberately maintaining a polite, professional distance since they were in public.

Ian's eyes danced with amusement. "Let's go in."

When the boardroom doors swung open and Ian walked in side-by-side with Eleanor, the entire room fell completely silent. Every eye locked onto them. A few shareholders discreetly exchanged heavily loaded glances.

Sitting near the center, Shaun Wallace looked incredibly sour.

Ian guided Eleanor to the seat directly to the right of the head of the table. He pulled her chair out for her, waited until she was comfortably seated, and only then took his own place at the head.

The meeting commenced, and the agenda moved forward piece by piece.

Ian sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable and commanding. Occasionally, he would lean over to quietly explain a corporate nuance to Eleanor.

Eleanor listened in silence. Soon, the floor opened for the hotel upgrade project.

After a brief, heated debate among the board members, Shaun cleared his throat loudly. "I believe this proposal is fundamentally flawed. The required capital is astronomical, the return-on-investment timeline is far too sluggish, and the inherent risks are simply too massive to ignore."

He continued rattling off his rehearsed objections, shooting pointed glances at his allied shareholders, desperately trying to rally a united front against the project.

However, Ian didn't so much as glance in his direction. He simply continued flipping through the project dossier.

When Shaun finally finished his grand speech, he waited for Ian's reaction—only to find the CEO leaning in to whisper something to Eleanor, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Shaun's face turned an ugly shade of red. He coughed sharply. "Mr. Goodwin, did you hear a single word of my assessment?"

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