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.

***

had quietly gone home while Teresa remained behind at the office to handle

ears. Following the sound, she found herself standing at the

didn’t remember owning, sat one big and one small one. Ethan was seated beside

in the music, so wrapped

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

you come in?" he asked

asked instead, "When did you

mentioned she wanted to learn, so I ordered one and got it delivered immediately. Figured I’d

stool. "Daddy’s amazing! He can play any song I ask

learn how to play piano? You never mentioned it

softly, his hand absently ruffling Freya’s hair. "My mother taught me when I was a kid. I even earned

never attended those performances." His voice turned

when she had been dating James Clifford, too consumed by that

quickly changed the subject. "Freya, go

Freya agreed readily. "Daddy’s making

start preparing lunch. You go get ready, and I’ll send your nanny to help

Daddy!" Freya sang, skipping away

however, was far from peaceful. She noticed how quickly and deeply Freya was becoming attached to Ethan. It made sense...

a nagging fear gnawed

married someone else and built a new family? What would happen to Freya then? Would her little heart

needed to have a serious talk with Ethan. Sooner rather

she sensed another presence inside. Instinctively, she paused,