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.

fallen lady up, brushing

not used to! Now look... you’ve hurt yourself

third woman turned to Eleanor with a flustered expression. "I’m so sorry, Miss. My friend didn’t mean

"Even if we sold everything we had, it wouldn’t

Not bad. But unfortunately,

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

observing their reactions, Eleanor

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 twisted ankle

gracefully and 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, bring the one

Ophelia’s voice responded

women weren’t afraid. They radiated 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

restroom, Eleanor saw no one loitering

slight pang of

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

Florence saluted mentally and stood

stepped into the lavish

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

mirror, her emerald

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

hostile aura enter the restroom. Her body instinctively tensed, but she kept her

sound of the intruder’s breathing drawing closer. Yet, she maintained her composure, acting

aimed at the intruder’s head.

saw her opponent

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