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.

already

hurried after

Her eyes... they were still so cold, so detached. The Eleanor he remembered had always looked at him with affection, longing, admiration.

He rushed after her.

his voice rising over

turned with the same indifferent

closer. "Don’t

Her face was unreadable.

James," he said hurriedly,

We met earlier at the

We met before that. We... we were lovers, for a

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

of pickup lines, but this one’s quite

had so much to say, so many emotions

If you don’t

back to

Her plan had worked.

the edge of the crowd like a predator watching its prey. She knew the Whitmores only wanted her because of her mother’s

pretending not to recognize him, she had bought

a reckoning. But not now. There were more urgent matters to attend

digest what had just happened. She looked like Eleanor, sounded like

woman with no

after she left the house? How had she changed so completely? How had she ended up in the arms of Edward Miller, of

swirled in his head... each one more

no answers. The only person who could possibly tell him anything... was Edward. And asking him about

pulling him out of his spiralling thoughts. It was one of his friends from inside the

He answered the call.

you? What took you so long?"

"Sorry. My stomach’s acting up. I was in the restroom. I think I need to see a doctor. I’ll be leaving

pause, then a chuckle. "Really? Or did you find a chick and ditch

lie about this.

Go rest. See you later," the

called a taxi and headed home... his mind still haunted by Eleanor’s smile and the hollowness in her