Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 61: The Piano Lesson

Just then, another employee let out a startled cry. "Shit! My phone’s restarting too! I searched the full name just now!"

"Same here! What the hell is happening?"

Panic started to ripple through the room.

An older manager from the IT department, known for his calm demeanor, stood up and said gravely, "Everyone, stop searching immediately. I think this is a deliberate warning. Think about it... either Google itself has implemented a restart protocol that overrides all security firewalls, or someone powerful enough has hacked into Google’s system to set this up. Both possibilities are terrifying."

A nervous chatter broke out instantly.

Around the room, more people reported sudden restarts... regardless of the search engine they used. It became obvious that searching ’Eleanor’ or ’Eleanor Elizabeth’ brought nothing unusual. But searching ’Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor’ resulted in a device restart, no matter the platform.

One woman clutched her laptop in horror. "My laptop just restarted too! I thought only phones were affected..."

Gradually, an unsettling realization dawned over the gathered employees: there was absolutely no public record of their boss online. It was as if Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor didn’t exist in the world at all. The more tech-savvy employees felt a cold shiver running down their spines.

Who could erase someone’s entire existence from the internet so cleanly... yet leave such a terrifying booby trap for anyone curious enough to dig?

At the same time, the employees also felt a deep, unexpected sense of relief. Doubts or reservations they might have harbored about the company’s mysterious new owner evaporated like mist under the midday sun. If someone had the power to do this, then NexaByte Technologies was in very, very capable hands.

Only awe and respect remained in their hearts.

***

from NexaByte Technologies, Eleanor had quietly gone home while Teresa remained behind at the office to handle a

soft strains of piano music greeted her ears. Following the sound, she found herself standing at the door of

one small one. Ethan was seated beside Freya, gently guiding her small hands across the piano

the music, so wrapped up in

Ethan’s senses were sharper than any humans. He was the first to detect her presence. He turned his head slightly, his expression

come in?" he asked

instead, "When did you bring

ago," Ethan replied casually. "Freya mentioned she wanted to learn, so

her stool. "Daddy’s amazing! He can play

arched an eyebrow. "When did you learn how to play

hand absently ruffling Freya’s hair. "My mother taught me when I was a kid. I even earned a professional certificate. Besides, I performed a few times during university

"But... you never attended those performances." His voice turned

James Clifford, too consumed by that toxic relationship to notice the small but important

in atmosphere, Eleanor quickly changed the subject. "Freya, go take a bath and get ready for

Freya agreed readily. "Daddy’s making Shepherd’s Pie

lunch. You go get ready, and

Daddy!" Freya sang, skipping away

turned and left as well, heading toward her room. Her mind, however, was far from peaceful. She noticed how quickly and deeply Freya was becoming attached to Ethan.

nagging fear gnawed at Eleanor’s

someone else and built a new family?

serious talk with

as she was about to enter her room, she sensed another presence inside. Instinctively,