Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 84: The Black Revenger

Eleanor finally understood what the head of the Bultungin Clan meant in his philosophical monologue about "time." His words weren’t just wisdom... he had urged her to seize the opportunity before her, to act decisively before it slipped away. Otherwise, she might live to regret her inaction in old age.

Understanding his true message, Eleanor chuckled inwardly. "What an interesting old man. All those poetic lines... just to get me to accept his deal."

Ooduwa seemed pleased with the agreement they had reached. "You’ve come a long way," he said, his voice warm. "I’ve prepared some light refreshments in the garden. Let’s continue our conversation there."

"Of course," Eleanor replied politely, following him through the palace.

As they walked, Ooduwa pointed out various works of art that lined the corridor... his personal collection of priceless paintings. Eleanor suddenly remembered the gift she had brought for him.

She raised her voice slightly, "Bring the gift I prepared to the garden."

Ooduwa didn’t question whom she had addressed. His intuition, honed by years of leadership, told him exactly what she meant.

The palace garden was a breathtaking sight. An intricately designed landscape filled with blossoming flowers and exotic greenery greeted her. A light breeze rustled the leaves, adding a calming melody to the ambiance. Eleanor took a deep breath, instantly soothed by the peaceful surroundings.

Ooduwa led her to a small round table shaded beneath a flowering tree. A silver tray bore a beautiful array of freshly cut tropical fruits and delicate pastries, along with bottles of fresh beverages.

"Please," Ooduwa gestured toward the food, "help yourself."

Just then, Sebastian walked to them and handed Eleanor a rectangular, ornately carved box. Without a word, he bowed and retreated again.

Eleanor offered the box with both hands. "This is for you."

Ooduwa opened the lid, and for the first time, a smile spread across his face. "A 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti," he read aloud, his voice tinged with genuine delight. "A very rare and thoughtful gift. Thank you."

"You’re welcome," she replied with a nod.

the bottle back inside the box, Ooduwa rested it carefully on the table and picked up a few slices of mango. "You already know Edem. He’s in charge of our Nigerian business operations. You can coordinate your ventures through him.

representative will land in Abuja tomorrow. They will get in touch with Mr. Edem Kachalla. I believe we can

his earlier intensity, Ooduwa proved to be a gracious host. He even offered to host Eleanor for dinner. But she

gift, a custom-made gold jewellery

brought her back to the airport, and she stepped into her Gulfstream G650 once

to life and the aircraft taxied for takeoff, Eleanor settled into her private cabin and called Freya. They chatted for over half an hour before she picked up her laptop and

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kingdom, the atmosphere was anything

from the mysterious attack on Luke Baxter. The police had scoured every corner for a potential suspect among the women listed as Luke’s former lovers, but they found nothing. None of the names matched the witness’s descriptions, nor did

no leads, the investigators had to drop the theory that the assailant

the press. The anonymity of the attacker and the lack of evidence gave rise to wild speculation. Social media erupted with posts glorifying the black-clad woman as a modern-day vigilante... an avenger of wronged

figure

Then things escalated.

DNA reports that proved Luke Baxter was the father

spread the story like wildfire, dubbing

Their stock prices plummeted across the board. Longstanding business contracts were cancelled. Government agreements were quietly suspended. Investors pulled

in critical condition. Tensions rose within the family ranks.

alone in his hospital bed, isolated even from his own family. Nurses treated

four-page superhero comic titled "The Black Revenger." Its story was simple: a black masked woman who righted

The comic went viral.

was discovered that the creator of this mini-comic was a celebrated American artist who had won

scandal had officially

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her private cabin. Her shadow guards, with nothing

eyes widened

expressions of disbelief on their faces. Ophelia, their silent assassin, had just become a global