No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1630

Shaun had always been a man driven by staggering arrogance. Being publicly humiliated by a younger relative in front of the entire board of directors was something his ego absolutely could not tolerate.

Even knowing the catastrophic consequences of pushing back, he was determined to defend his shattered pride. He shot up from his chair, glaring venomously at Ian before turning his furious gaze onto Eleanor.

"Ian, I know exactly why you're targeting me! It's because of this woman sitting right next to you, isn't it?"

Shaun let out a vicious sneer. "I merely offered some friendly advice. I told her that you need to marry a real wife—someone who can give the Goodwin family the heirs it deserves. If you remarry this ex-wife of yours, she won't give you a son. What exactly did I say that was so wrong?"

The moment the words left Shaun's mouth, a deathly, suffocating silence slammed into the boardroom.

Every single pair of eyes darted toward Eleanor, then immediately snapped away, utterly terrified of invoking Ian's wrath.

Shaun, completely unhinged, plowed forward. "I don't just say this to your face. Even if your mother were standing right here, I'd tell her the exact same thing! The Goodwin family needs a bloodline. You need a proper male successor. I was only looking out for the future of this empire!"

Eleanor hadn't expected Shaun to drag this deeply personal attack into a corporate boardroom. She calmly picked up her glass of water and took a small sip, but she could instantly feel a terrifying drop in the room's atmospheric pressure.

She looked up at Ian. His eyes were completely, violently cold.

"Mr. Wallace, please, that's enough. This is a private family matter, let's just—" one of the older shareholders stammered, desperately trying to de-escalate the situation.

"Exactly! I'm sure Mr. Goodwin has his own plans. There's no need to meddle. Let's just focus on the agenda!" another chimed in, practically begging for peace.

But Shaun was blinded by rage. He pointed a shaking finger directly at Eleanor. "Eleanor Sutton, I'm asking you directly! If you remarry Ian, are you actually willing to give the Goodwin family two more children? Specifically, a boy?"

*BANG!*

Ian's fist slammed into the mahogany table with the force of a gunshot.

Every single person in the room violently flinched.

They watched in sheer terror as Ian stalked around the long table, closing in on Shaun. Beneath Ian's deceptively calm exterior was a volcanic rage unlike anything they had ever witnessed.

When a man reached the absolute peak of fury, his face went completely still.

Every step Ian took seemed to crush the air out of Shaun's lungs. Instinctively, Shaun tried to back away, but his legs hit his chair. He froze.

"I—Ian, what are you doing?" Shaun stammered, his voice trembling as he desperately tried to appeal to his nephew's rationale.

He stumbled back another inch, his knees giving out as he collapsed into his chair.

Ian stopped dead in front of him, towering over the older man like a grim reaper.

"What did you just say?" Ian's voice was a low, guttural whisper, holding the terrifying calm before a devastating hurricane. "Say it again."

Shaun swallowed hard, his face pale with terror, but his stubborn pride forced him to double down. "I said... Eleanor can't give you any more children. The Goodwin bloodline is going to—"

Before he could finish the sentence, Ian grabbed him by his designer tie, hauling him bodily out of the chair.

Eleanor shot up from her seat in alarm. "Ian—"

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