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.

hacked, their CCTV camera feed was intercepted, and the guests they were seeing off were on their way to

killed in an accident. It was a fortress for gangsters, a

thirty minutes, the car came to a halt on a clearing beside the road, approximately two hundred feet away from the main compound of Imperial Haven. The air was thick with fog and frost. Raphael stopped the engine. One by one,

that seamlessly blended with his black battle suit. The rest were already dressed in identical gear... black suits with reinforced plating, complete facial masks, and only one feature exposed was their eyes.

mark of the Blanc clan... sharp, intelligent, and always watching. Whether or not a member had awakened their shadow power, the eyes were a symbol of

gear, her purple business suit beneath the overcoat screamed authority. With a single nod, the team began walking toward Imperial

***

in the restaurant on the ground floor, filled with gang members relaxing after a day of dubious business. Some drank themselves into stupors; others exchanged stories

were already asleep in their rooms on

other. A security monitor on the desk in front of them displayed a group of six people walking toward the building at a relaxed pace, captured from several angles by different cameras. However, the girls paid no attention to the screen—after all, no one dared to cause trouble on their turf. Or so they

interrupted when the door slid open and an extraordinarily beautiful woman entered with effortless elegance. She stood nearly six feet tall, with striking silver hair and a long black overcoat. The moment their eyes met her emerald green gaze,

business suit that instantly elevated her striking beauty. She handed the coat to another woman dressed entirely in black... distinguished

their bodies fully covered except for their eyes. Unlike the elegant woman, these figures exuded danger. Alarms rang in the receptionists’ minds at once... these people meant business,

of the black-clad figures stepped forward and stopped in front

muffled yet firm through the mask. "My Madam wishes

quick glance at each other, one nervously reached for

before a groggy male voice

are five masked men and