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."

they walked toward the entrance, an elderly man stood waiting beside a much younger one.

to find these days. How have you been?"

you. The children are doing well, but

chuckled. "Let’s head in together. By the way, who’s

smiled slightly. "Her name is Eleanor Raynor. She’s one of my business associates. Came to see the

man beside him, however, had already been entranced by Eleanor’s presence from the

family?" Michael asked

"Yes," Edward replied curtly.

"Young lady, it’s

"It’s nice to meet

other seasoned businessmen, knew better than to discuss the Raynor family openly. The family, rooted in Manchester, wielded immense

Michael gestured to the young man beside him. "Edward, this is my youngest

I’m Mason Hammond," the young man

company applied for a contract from your group. If

and I did plenty of projects together in our youth.

finally stepped into the large banquet hall, alive with

rear were Grayson and Florence, who had remained quiet but observant. As