Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 43: Not His Daughter

The next morning, after having breakfast with Isabella and Freya, Eleanor went to her study to hear the reports from her shadow team. They were already there, standing in silence, waiting for her arrival.

As Eleanor settled into her chair, Sebastian began without prelude. "Yesterday, I checked in on Mayor Grant and her secretary. I couldn’t find anything suspicious about the Mayor herself. However, when the IT team intervened, they found several unusual transactions in the secretary’s bank accounts. Although those accounts weren’t publicly registered under her name, her phone contained apps linked to the accounts, along with transaction records."

He paused, then added, "The IT team said a detailed report will be waiting on your desk by the time you get to the office. Aside from that, we discovered audio recordings of the Mayor’s secret meetings with various politicians and businessmen on the secretary’s devices. There were also... compromising photos of the Mayor stored on her laptop. All the data will be delivered to your office securely."

Eleanor nodded calmly, her fingers tapping the armrest thoughtfully.

Ophelia was next to speak. "Raphael and I investigated the MP’s mansion. He’s careful. We swept the entire property, and the IT team hacked all devices within his residence, but nothing surfaced. Just as we were leaving, Raphael noticed some irregularities in the garage."

"We conducted a thorough search and discovered a concealed tunnel entrance in the garage. It led to a secret room buried under the garden. It was like a secure vault. Inside, we found several rare paintings, antiques, gold bars, and a substantial amount of cash. Hidden in a steel box were the photographs we were searching for."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Were you able to copy them?"

Ophelia nodded. "I took pictures of the photos using my mobile, but we didn’t disturb anything else in the vault. The room was under camera surveillance, but the IT team replaced the footage with a fabricated feed. The steel box also contained several portable hard drives and DVDs, but we didn’t touch those. I haven’t had time to print the photos yet. Would you prefer the soft copies or hard copies?"

"Keep them for now," Eleanor replied smoothly. "I plan to gift them to Mayor Grant during our next meeting."

"How much cash was there?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

Ophelia tilted her head thoughtfully. "I’m no expert, but I’d estimate several million... Euros, Dollars, and Pounds combined."

Eleanor smirked. "That kind of money could easily lead to a by-election. Now, all I need is for Mayor Grant to come into our fold."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "What about the education support program?"

Sebastian answered, "We assisted the IT team in hacking the office computer and personal laptop of the man in charge. They’re working on analyzing the data now. You should receive an update later today."

Eleanor said, rising from her chair. "Thank you, everyone. I’ll head to my office

shadow guards bowed and exited silently, except for Ophelia... who

reached into her pocket and handed Eleanor a

a folded document. Her eyes scanned the DNA results. She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes, a wave of emotion washing over her. It felt like a heavy weight had lifted from

father’s identity remained a mystery, there

was that Jennifer Whitmore wasn’t William’s biological

silence, Eleanor looked up at Ophelia. "I assume you have something

believes there’s a strong chance that Sample 1... William... suffers from Klinefelter Syndrome. That would mean he’s likely infertile. If you want to confirm this, we’ll need to perform a Y-chromosome DNA test. But it requires a

a moment.

three days to get the results. I’ll notify you as soon as

rush. Rest today. Begin

nodded respectfully, bowed, and left the

as Eleanor stood to leave, a

"Come in," she called.

bow. "Madam, Elder Juliette Blanc has come

Bring her here,"

"Yes, Madam."

and returned a few minutes

"Come in."

graceful woman walked in. She wore a casual green top and black pants that accentuated her striking appearance. The shade of green complemented her pale complexion, and her eyes

Juliette. I’m

she extended respect

hadn’t expected

no one from the Raynor Clan has ever been politically active. And you...

appreciate your directness. Let me share

goals, her long-term strategy, and the endgame she envisioned. She spoke with conviction and clarity, painting a future that