Chapter 1131

lan was also an expert at concealing all his emotions beneath a calm exterior, making him impossible to read.

“Alright, I’ll go back to the Neural Interface team tomorrow,” Eleanor finally agreed.

Ian Goodwin paused for a moment before urging her, “You should hand over your work today and go back this afternoon p>

Eleanor’s eyes filled with confusion. Why was he in such a hurry? No matter how she looked at it, lan’s behavior today was unusual.

Not only had he suddenly launched a new research project, but he had also specifically emphasized its direction.

This inevitably brought Mansfield’s disappearance to mind. Could it be—

No, that couldn’t be right. Eleanor shook her head, dismissing the ominous thought. Mansfield was on a mission; how could he possibly be connected to this research project?

Just then, Eleanor’s phone rang. She glanced at the name on the screen, and her breath caught.

lan’s sharp gaze also swept over; it was Garth Ellington calling.

Eleanor picked up her phone. “I need to take this call p>

lan’s eyes followed her as she hurried away. He lowered his gaze, his deep eyes lost in thought.

“Mr. Goodwin, are you alright?” Dr. Smith asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” lan said, looking up. “Doctor, I’ll be counting on you for Eleanor’s follow-up research p>

“Don’t worry, I’ll adhere strictly to the plan,” Dr. Smith nodded, though he was curious why lan would let Eleanor leave now. After all, she was working on the very medication their future daughter would need.

But lan did look unwell. He patted lan’s shoulder and said, “Mr. Goodwin, you should get some rest. You look terrible p>

Just then, Eleanor pushed the door open and came back in, a clear look of relief on her face. Ian understood that Garth had reassured her.

“Doctor, I’d like to speak with Eleanor alone,” lan said.

Smith nodded, stood up, and left.

As soon as Eleanor sat down, lan looked at her. “What did the Vice President say to you? Would you mind telling me p>

Eleanor put down her phone and said coolly, “It was nothing. Just news about Mansfield p>

“Oh! Is he back?” lan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eleanor shook her head, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. “He he won’t be back for a while p>

lan’s fingertips tightened slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. “Sounds like an important mission p>

“The Vice President mentioned the neural interface experiment. He hopes for a breakthrough as soon as possible, Eleanor said, tooking up at him. He considers this research very important p>

lan narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on her lightly bitten lip. “Since you know Mansfield is safe, you should focus on your

avertine search he said

gaze. “Don’t disappoint

the Vice President. After all, he might very well be your future p>

The words “father-in-law” lingered on his tongue before he forced them back down,

taking a sip of water from the glass on the table.

Of course Eleanor got what he really meant. She looked down and organized the documents in her hands, saying softly, “I’ll give it my all p>

Indeed, Garth had repeatedly urged her on the phone to work hard on this. Eleanor genuinely hoped to make a significant achievement, one that would make her fruing wife for Mansfield.

The meeting room fell into a brief silence.

Eleanor stood up. “I’m going to handle the work handover now p>

While Eleanor was with Dr. Smith, lan pushed open the door to her office. He lay

down on the long sofa inside, resting his head on his arm.

He had discovered that this was the only place in the entire lab where he could sleep peacefully.