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.

other women quickly helped the fallen lady up, brushing her off gently while scolding her

told you not to wear heels you’re not used to! Now look...

Miss. My friend didn’t mean

sold everything we had, it wouldn’t cover the cost

inwardly applauded the performance. Not bad. But unfortunately, they

didn’t know how to respond. They stood frozen, unsure if they should intervene or allow the drama to play out. Among

reactions, Eleanor finally

need to worry about the gown. Miss, please get your ankle checked... it might be worse than it looks. A twisted ankle can cause long-term damage if left untreated. You should find a doctor as

restroom. Florence followed close behind like an obedient soldier. Leaving everybody

need a spare

Ophelia’s voice

"These women weren’t afraid. They radiated guilt, not hostility. This feels more like the work of a

the women’s restroom, Eleanor saw no one loitering

of disappointment touched her

Florence, she gave one final instruction, "Stay outside. Make sure no man enters this restroom. If someone tries,

ma’am!" Florence saluted mentally and

into

Gilded mirrors lined the marble walls. Warm lighting complemented

her emerald

Prairie Skin Caviar Powder Foundation, her favourite. She flipped it open, dabbed a puff into the pressed powder,

body instinctively tensed, but she kept her expression neutral and calmly continued

the intruder’s breathing drawing closer. Yet, she

about to strike, she spun and launched a precise punch aimed at the intruder’s

saw her opponent

and skin-tight pants. A ninja-like mask covered her face.