Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 95: A Taste of Pan-Asian Cuisine in Moscow

Eleanor’s shadow guards leapt into action the moment she gave the order. They began a quiet sweep of the hotel, checking every room, staff member, and registered guest. Within an hour, they compiled a comprehensive list of individuals carrying firearms or other weapons, catalogued by room number and identity. Once the sweep was complete, they handed the findings over to Eleanor, then retreated to a safe location more than half a mile away from the hotel. From there, they hired a taxi and returned to check into the hotel again... this time as Cassandra’s traveling companions.

Meanwhile, inside her suite, Eleanor worked tirelessly. She cross-checked the names from the guest list with national databases and dug into their personal and professional histories.

To her surprise, only one of them, Yury Solovyov... was carrying a licensed weapon: an MP-80-13T pistol. Yury was a veteran investigative journalist working for Novaya Gazeta, one of the few remaining independent news outlets in the country.

The rest were carrying illegal firearms.

Major (Retired) Artem Kuznetsov was found with a Glock 19. A former military man, he now operated as a private security consultant. Along with him, four others carried the same type of firearm. They were all ex-military, stationed around the suite of a man named Vladimir Egorov... a wealthy oil shipping tycoon. Vladimir himself had a Makarov PM in his possession. Eleanor concluded that the group likely formed his private security detail.

Elsewhere in the hotel, Pavel Antonov, a gemstone dealer, was found to be carrying a Walther PPK. Another man, Sergei Lebedev, listed as an antique dealer, had a Tokarev TT-33 tucked away in his room.

But the most interesting of them all was Anatoly Ignatov, a Regional Coordinator of the ruling United Russia Party. He was staying alone and kept a Stechkin APS under his pillow.

Aside from these, the remaining guests were normal humans... no supernatural presence, no weapons. Satisfied, Eleanor leaned back, switched off her tablet, and slipped it into her bag.

A faint presence behind the door caught her attention. Without turning, she said, "Come in."

Sebastian entered, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Ma’am, what are our orders for today?"

Eleanor glanced at the clock and shook her head. "Nothing for now. Rest first. I have a factory visit scheduled for tomorrow, so I won’t leave the hotel until then. But you have a mission tonight."

Sebastian straightened, attentive.

for a server facility. If you don’t find anything at the exact address, check

said

send Cassandra in on your way

later, Cassandra knocked on the

"Boss, you called me?"

my

sent over two confirmed appointments... one tomorrow morning at ten, and the second in the afternoon at

set up the return schedule. Our plane must be ready to depart anytime the

"Understood."

me. Ask the hotel to provide a rented SUV by tomorrow morning. No

Cassandra said, jotting notes on

more comfortable outfit and sank into the luxurious bed. She dialled Selene’s number, intending

for the upcoming duel, while she shared a bit about her current living situation. When Freya finally got on the line, Eleanor’s face softened. They spoke

and opened it to find Cassandra

"the menu options were

Eleanor took the menu and studied

her delight, the hotel offered an extensive selection of Pan-Asian cuisine. After a few moments, she pointed

duck with pancakes, cucumber, and hoisin sauce... and tiramisu with

entered the selections into his tablet

continued, "For tomorrow morning, croissant with Tom Yam shrimp and fried