Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 78: The Ninja Attack

James couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

The same Eleanor who once clung to him like an obedient pup, following his every command, now looked him in the eye as if he were a complete stranger. Cold. Indifferent. Unmoved.

Her expression didn’t flicker for even a second. There wasn’t a hint of recognition, no flash of memory. Just void-like detachment. That hollow gaze cut deeper than a blade.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

James stepped back silently from the spotlight, retreating to a quiet corner, his heart burning with confusion and anger. The second phase of his plan would soon begin, and then he’d know the truth. Was Eleanor truly pretending? Or had she genuinely forgotten about him?

He refused to believe she could forget him. But despite his bravado, a gnawing uncertainty lingered in the back of his mind. What if she had? What if she really was no longer the Eleanor who once loved him so dearly?

He clenched his fists, barely suppressing the storm building inside him.

Meanwhile, the party continued.

After the group of young elites moved on, a few middle-aged businessmen approached Edward to exchange greetings and discuss trivial matters. Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of three elegantly dressed women, each carrying a wine glass. They approached gracefully, laughing softly among themselves... until one of them stumbled dramatically.

The woman tripped, her heel catching on the floor. She fell with a sharp gasp, her wine glass slipping from her hand. Scarlet liquid splashed across the lower hem of Eleanor’s gown.

Eleanor could have stepped aside. She had seen the woman coming from the corner of her eye, but something about the situation seemed... staged.

There was no malice in these women’s aura. No threat. Only guilt. Someone had sent them.

She allowed the spill to happen. This had the makings of a classic setup.

From the traditional script, she knew how this was supposed to go... someone spills a drink, and the lady rushes to the restroom. A perfect moment to isolate the target.

lady

to wear heels you’re not used to! Now look... you’ve hurt yourself and

Miss. My

her evening!" the helper scolded again. "Even if we sold everything we had, it

performance. Not bad. But unfortunately, they

know how to respond. They stood frozen, unsure if they should intervene or allow the drama to play out.

observing their reactions, Eleanor

yet composed. "I was about to head to the restroom anyway. There’s no need to worry about the gown. Miss, please get your ankle checked... it might be worse than it looks. A

began walking toward the restroom. Florence followed close behind like an obedient soldier. Leaving everybody around there in awe with

they walked, Eleanor issued quiet instructions through her earpiece. "I need a spare gown in the restroom. Ophelia,

Ophelia’s voice responded

guilt, not hostility. This feels more like the work of a lecherous young master hoping to isolate me... not an assassin’s plan. Assassins don’t feel guilt. Not even their followers.

the women’s restroom, Eleanor saw no one

pang of disappointment

Florence, she gave one final instruction, "Stay outside. Make

mentally and stood guard with

into the lavish

with the faint aroma of rosewood. Gilded mirrors lined the marble walls. Warm lighting complemented the soft instrumental

mirror, her emerald eyes studying her reflection.

puff into the pressed powder, and gently blotted her T-zone. Her lips received a quick touch of plum-toned gloss,

aura enter the restroom. Her body instinctively tensed, but she kept her expression neutral and calmly continued her touch-up. The

as she focused on the faint sound of the intruder’s breathing drawing

the intruder’s head. But the figure moved like water... ducking under the blow and creating

Eleanor saw her

short black hair. Dressed in a tactical black vest and skin-tight pants. A ninja-like mask covered her face. Only her sharp eyes