Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 90: The Cost of Wrong Information

After two days of continuous remorse over his own stupidity, James Clifford’s brain finally began functioning normally again. The shock of Eleanor’s sudden reappearance had shaken him, but now he knew he needed to get his emotions under control. He had to decide his next steps regarding Eleanor... strategically and carefully. Although he didn’t know the full truth, he had to formulate a plan with the fragments of information he had managed to gather so far.

Seated in his favourite spot at his outskirt villa... on a rocking chair beside the serene swimming pool... he took a long sip of his freshly brewed coffee. The sun glinted off the water’s surface, but James’s gaze was distant, dark, calculating.

"I need to inform the Whitmores," he murmured to himself. "If they run into Eleanor and react inappropriately in front of the Millers, it could be a disaster. Especially Jennifer... I know how volatile she gets when it comes to Eleanor."

But before that, he knew he had to be sure... gather all possible intelligence. He couldn’t afford any more mistakes.

He pulled out his phone and dialled a number he hadn’t used in a long time. It rang twice before being answered.

"Hello, Detective Harvey speaking."

"Detective Harvey, it’s James Clifford."

"Mr. Clifford!" The voice on the other end instantly brightened. "You’re an old client... I still have your number saved. Although... I must apologize again for failing to locate your former girlfriend all those years ago. That was a truly exceptional case. What can I do for you today?"

James spoke calmly but with urgency, "Actually, that’s the reason I’m calling. I’ve finally found her."

Before he could elaborate, Detective Harvey exclaimed enthusiastically, "Oh! Congratulations!"

James’s expression darkened. His voice dropped a tone. "Don’t congratulate me just yet. Yes, I found her... but there’s a serious complication. It appears she’s lost her memory. She didn’t recognize me at all, no matter how many times I tried to remind her."

half of the problem. The bigger issue is... she seems to be involved with Edward Miller... the chairman of the Miller Group. She might

and already has children and grandchildren. I want you to investigate her current status. Where is she living? What’s her relationship with the Millers? How is she being treated? I just want... for the peace of

softly, with feigned sentimentality, "You know, I

lot of resources on the original case. I remember well... you were quite invested. I felt bad not being able to provide

investigation, so treat it as such. But I need the full report by this evening. If your findings are thorough, I’ll ensure you receive a

"I’ll push all other cases to my assistants.

James said,

settle. Then, without hesitation, he dialled

Whitmore is still alive," James said without preamble. "What happened

a quiet road. Snowflakes drifted gently from the grey sky, landing on the thick trees that lined the path. His face was mostly hidden beneath the hood of his jacket. He paused, glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then

have taken this long," he said. "Wait a bit... I’ll

and began tapping on it. Minutes passed. The wind rustled the trees. A bird chirped

this time it

the mission was confiscated as compensation. Two assassination attempts failed. Every member of the teams either died or vanished. Now they’re blaming me for providing false information. So

saying? I only just learned she’s involved with Edward Miller. Maybe things progressed... maybe they got married. But the Millers shouldn’t have the strength to protect her like this. How can they wipe

The Miller Group has money and influence, sure, but not the kind of force needed to

added ominously, "The people who accept contracts through my channels aren’t your average thugs. They’re ex-military, most of them special ops. Veterans with black ops experience. You think a bunch of British security guards took them out? No. Find me the real backer. And if you want to continue the

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man replied. "And I want detailed, accurate intel this time. Otherwise, I’m