Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 98: Six Uninvited Visitors

The day passed without incident. Eleanor began her morning by visiting Rossiyskiye Kosmicheskiye Sistemy of the Angstrem Group. The facility specialized in manufacturing radiation-hardened microcontrollers... resilient against cosmic rays and ideal for control modules in orbit. Their analog-to-digital converters (ADCs) and digital signal processors (DSPs) were essential for telemetry data processing and communication subsystems.

These components would soon find their place in the satellite systems of NyxOrbital Technologies, Eleanor’s U.S. based aerospace company for designing, manufacturing, and launching advanced rockets and spacecraft.

In the afternoon, she visited Crocus Nano Electronics, a firm producing cutting-edge MRAM (Magnetoresistive Random-Access Memory). MRAM was non-volatile, radiation-resistant, and capable of operating under extreme conditions... a perfect choice for satellite applications. It served multiple purposes: onboard data logging and storage, boot memory in critical subsystems, navigation cache, and camera data buffering.

For Eleanor, MRAM also held significant value for Heimdall’s security network, the AI-driven surveillance and threat-response system she was planning to deploy. These memory chips would ensure uninterrupted frame capture from high-resolution surveillance cameras, even during unexpected power outages or signal disturbances.

Though these components were already secured from the U.S. market and weren’t urgently needed, Eleanor ensured long-term supply chains by signing preliminary agreements. The technical discussions and integrations would be handled by professionals from both companies in the coming weeks.

By evening, Eleanor and her team returned to their hotel to rest. Everyone understood that the true mission was yet to begin.

***

At exactly midnight local time, the team prepared to move. Raphael sat behind the wheel of a rented black SUV, dressed in a black overcoat appropriate for the biting cold of Zelenograd. Eleanor sat beside him in the passenger seat, equally wrapped in elegant but functional attire.

Behind them, hidden in the shadows of the back seat and rear compartment, were Sebastian, Isadora, Alaric, and Elias... all fully equipped. Cassandra remained at the hotel as their last line of communication.

To any observer... like the hotel’s night staff... it appeared as though two tourists were heading out for a midnight drive. Perhaps to enjoy a late casino run or visit one of the city’s exclusive nightclubs. They had no reason to be suspicious. The car’s tracking system will inform them where they went in case of any accident.

and the guests they were seeing off were on their way to

it could get you killed in an accident. It was

away from the main compound of Imperial Haven. The air was thick with fog and frost. Raphael stopped the

his black battle suit. The rest were already dressed

always watching. Whether or not a member had awakened their shadow power, the eyes were

striking in contrast. Although not in full battle gear, her purple business suit beneath the overcoat screamed authority. With a single nod, the

***

in the restaurant on the ground floor, filled with gang members relaxing after a day of dubious business. Some drank

asleep in their

at a relaxed pace, captured from several angles by different cameras. However, the girls paid no attention to the screen—after

The moment their eyes met her emerald green gaze, the receptionists felt momentarily lost. Every movement she made... no matter how subtle... was so captivating that both

the center of the front hall, removed her black coat, and revealed a sleek, purple business suit that instantly elevated her striking beauty. She handed the coat to another woman dressed entirely in black... distinguished only by a single black ponytail trailing down

mesmerized by the most stunning woman they had ever seen, they failed to notice her companions. All of them were clad in black battle suits, their bodies fully covered except for their eyes. Unlike the elegant woman, these figures exuded danger. Alarms rang in the receptionists’ minds at once...

forward and stopped in front

was muffled yet firm through the mask. "My Madam wishes to speak with your boss...

they didn’t react. Then, after a quick glance at each other, one nervously reached for the intercom and dialled the highest-ranking officer she could

a groggy male voice

stammered, "there are five masked men and a