Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 75: At the Banquet

When Eleanor arrived in front of the venue with Edward Miller, most of the guests had already entered. They came in Edward’s personal Rolls-Royce Bespoke... a uniquely customized vehicle known throughout the business circle as his. As soon as the car approached, several businessmen who had been walking toward the entrance stopped to greet him.

Edward stepped out first and, like a perfect gentleman, walked around to help Eleanor out of the car. The gesture was graceful and poised, but what truly shocked the onlookers was the young woman herself. The same Edward Miller... known for living a scandal-free life, upholding family values, and keeping his private affairs low-profile, was now accompanied by a stunning young woman. Naturally, curiosity surged among the guests.

Eleanor wore a custom-made amethyst silk gown with an off-shoulder neckline that clung elegantly to her graceful figure. The fabric shimmered with each movement, catching the light in a soft, impressive glow. A daring slit ran up one side, elusive but thoughtful enough just enough to remind observers that this was a woman who knew exactly she was above their league.

Her pale, porcelain-like skin glowed under Livia’s skilled makeup. A luminous base enhanced her natural beauty, while soft violet smokey eyeshadow drew attention to her emerald-green eyes, giving them an ethereal intensity. Her lips were painted in a soft plum satin finish... not too flashy, yet impossible to ignore.

Dangling from her ears were diamond drop earrings that sparkled against her bare shoulders. Her wavy silver hair was styled in a low, sculpted bun at the nape of her neck, held in place by a crescent moon-shaped white gold comb adorned with amethysts and pearls.

Walking beside Edward, who wore a finely tailored navy-blue business suit, Eleanor’s silver high heels clicked confidently against the concrete. Each step brought her closer to six feet in stature... a figure of poised command and refined beauty.

"Good evening, Chairman Miller. I’m Grayson Marsh. My father is Gordon Marsh. He brought me to your birthday banquet when he was alive. This is my wife, Florence Mitchell," a middle-aged man said, approaching them with a warm smile.

"Hello, sir. It’s nice to meet you," Florence added politely.

Edward returned the smile. "It’s nice to meet you both. Let’s head inside. I hope we’re not too late."

an elderly man stood waiting beside a much younger one. The older man’s

hard man to find these days. How have you been?" the man greeted,

firmly. "Michael, I’m still as busy as ever. I haven’t had the luxury of retirement like you. The children are doing well, but with so many companies to manage, none

head in together. By the way, who’s this lovely

one of my business associates. Came to see the

name, Michael’s expression shifted slightly to surprise. The young man beside him, however,

family?" Michael asked with a cautious

"Yes," Edward replied curtly.

demeanour changed immediately. "Young lady, it’s a pleasure

nice to

than to discuss the Raynor

gestured to the young man beside him.

Uncle. I’m Mason Hammond," the young man

applied for a contract from your group. If possible, please keep

and I did plenty of projects together in our youth. Mason, come to my office tomorrow.

the group finally stepped into the large banquet hall, alive with

behind them followed Michael and Mason, and bringing up the rear were Grayson