Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 79: A Woman with No Past

The moment Florence stepped into the restroom and saw five black-clad figures standing in a circle around a fallen woman, her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her veins. But then, her eyes scanned the room frantically... and there, standing a few feet away from the group with her arms crossed and an unfazed expression, was Eleanor.

A loud, audible sigh of relief escaped Florence’s lips. It was so dramatic that even normal humans could have heard it echo across the marble walls.

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. Her lips twitched in amusement.

In that brief moment, she found herself genuinely liking the woman.

Before Eleanor could comment, Florence rushed toward her and spoke, her voice drenched in relief. "Thank God you’re alright! I heard glass shattering and thought... something bad had happened to you."

Eleanor gave her a cool, composed nod. "Florence, wait outside. This matter concerns them... it has nothing to do with us."

Although Florence didn’t fully understand what was going on, she nodded obediently and exited the room without protest.

Once the door clicked shut, Eleanor gave a brief series of instructions.

"Ophelia, hand me the spare dress. Elias, lock the restroom door. The rest of you... check her body for any tracking devices."

Isadora stepped forward and said, "Already checked. Aside from her mobile phone, there are no hidden devices or transmitters."

Eleanor gave a small nod. "Sebastian, you know the drill. Remove the body from any public area. Then begin the investigation. She may have had partners in the crowd. I’m going to change."

She accepted the dress from Ophelia and disappeared into the changing room.

Within minutes, she emerged wearing the new gown... sleek, form-fitting, and embroidered with fine gemstones. The ruined one was neatly folded in her arms.

The restroom had already been cleared. Only Ophelia stood waiting.

Eleanor handed her the soiled gown. "Put this in the car. Track the assassin’s trail and identify her associates. Do not kill anyone before extracting information. You’ll be enough to accompany me here. The rest of the team can search for the rest of the assassin group. We can’t afford delay. If they sense something, they’ll scatter."

She paused and added coolly, "Don’t worry. The banquet will end soon."

With that, she walked to the restroom door and pulled it open. Behind her, Ophelia melted silently into the shadows like a ghost vanishing into the night.

As Eleanor stepped out, her gaze landed on James, who was leaning against the wall directly opposite the restroom door. His eyes met hers immediately.

For a fleeting moment, the air between them thickened. Tension lingered... but it broke the moment Eleanor turned her head to the right, where Florence stood waiting.

Eleanor said, already

hurried after

remained stunned. Her eyes... they were still so cold, so detached. The Eleanor he remembered had always looked

He rushed after her.

voice rising over the

and turned with

stepped closer. "Don’t you

Her face was unreadable.

James," he said hurriedly, voice

met earlier at the hall. Do you have anything else

shocked by her complete lack of emotion. "No... not just earlier tonight. We met before that. We... we were lovers, for a long time. Don’t you remember

first time, her expression shifted. A radiant, almost mischievous smile lit up her face. It was

light laugh. "I’ve heard all kinds of pickup lines, but this one’s quite creative. Thank you,

much to say, so many emotions flooding his chest, but not a

Mr. Reincarnation. If you don’t have anything more to

for a response, she turned and strolled gracefully back to the banquet hall, Florence following behind like a

Her plan had worked.

create distance. She had noticed James the moment she entered the banquet, lurking near the edge of the crowd like a predator watching its prey. She knew the Whitmores only wanted her because

pretending not to recognize him, she

now. There were more urgent matters

unable to digest what had just happened. She

woman with no

her after she left the house? How had she changed so completely?

swirled in his head... each one

who could possibly tell him anything... was

pulling him out of his spiralling thoughts.

He answered the call.

What took you so long?" came a teasing

the restroom. I think

pause, then a chuckle. "Really? Or did

this. I’m serious... I

Go rest. See you later," the friend said, ending the

so he called a taxi and