Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 45: Recruitment Drive

By the time Eleanor finished interviewing all 37 candidates from the Blanc Clan, it was already noon. She leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temple gently, feeling the weight of the long morning press against her shoulders.

The candidates came from a wide range of professions... Accountants, Lawyers, Public Relations Officers, Data Engineers, Software Engineers, HR Officers, Project Managers, Content Writers, Receptionists, Cleaning and Maintenance Staff, Drivers, and Maids. A complete workforce walked through her doors, ready to serve.

Among them, sixteen women possessed shadow powers. Eleanor had expected as much. From her understanding, these women had originally trained with the Shadow Guard but hadn’t been able to complete the grueling process. Instead, they had chosen alternative careers to support themselves.

Without hesitation, she called Teresa to her office and handed her twenty-three CVs.

"These candidates have experience in various fields," Eleanor said, her voice firm. "Recruit them into appropriate departments immediately."

Then, she picked up the remaining CVs and held out one to Teresa. "This one here is a female driver. I’ve decided to assign her to you. Take one of the Range Rovers for yourself and appoint her as your personal driver. She’s trustworthy. In fact, all the applicants are reliable... they’ve served the Raynor family for generations. They won’t betray us."

Teresa blinked. "I can drive my own car. Besides, a Range Rover is a bit too flashy for my taste."

Eleanor’s gaze sharpened. "You don’t get a say in this. I’ll be traveling outside the Kingdom soon to establish our international businesses. Nigeria is already in progress. You’ll need to stay here and act in my stead."

She paused, then added, "My current driver is also a trained bodyguard. I intended the same for you, but after meeting this female driver, I changed my mind. She’s single and willing to live with you for convenience and security."

Teresa sighed. "Okay, okay. Whatever you say, Boss."

Eleanor leaned back and crossed her arms. "I didn’t mention this before, but there was an attack on me two days ago. As a result, I’ve decided to purchase all the villas surrounding mine. I want to relocate my bodyguards and household staff into those homes."

Her eyes flicked to Teresa. "You, Maya, and Lily should also move into nearby villas. There are four in total. Try to buy all the Villas as soon as possible. Offer a generous price so the current owners will be willing to relocate. Prioritize this. I want the area secured as soon as possible."

Teresa’s expression darkened. "Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You do remember how many times you were attacked back in the U.S., right? Who’s behind this one? The Chens? Or Sage?"

Eleanor gave a dry, humorless smile. "The Whitmore family... or at least, my investigation points to them."

let that sink in for

there that produces

nodded. "Understood. I’ll

looking to work with us soon. Recruit them all. Assign guards, maids, and household staff

the front desk," Teresa

I’m heading out now. I want to spend some time with

walked out of her office,

***

she reached home, Eleanor found the house

was not there. She

of worry crossed her face before she pulled out her phone and dialed Ethan’s number. He

are you?" she

at Legoland. Freya was bored at home, so I brought her here

"Trafford Centre?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Wait for me."

the phone, got back into her car, and instructed her driver to take her to

Legoland, Ethan’s voice rang out over the crowd.

London Bridge out of colorful Lego bricks, paused. Her little face scrunched with

Mommy be angry?"

fun with us.

said with a

could control how high they soared. Freya laughed out loud as she pedaled hard, her tiny legs working with determination. When

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with happiness. A twinge of guilt tugged at Eleanor’s heart. She hadn’t been able to spend much time with Freya recently, as she was too busy

had bonded with Ethan over the past few days. The thought that Freya might one day prefer staying