Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 172: Anastasiya Returns to Russia

William sat limply on the stage floor, staring at Eleanor. His eyes were vacant, like a man who had lost his entire world. Deep inside, he knew... it was over. Everything had been lost.

What Eleanor handed him was a paternity test result. There was no name printed on it, but he understood perfectly what Eleanor meant.

No one knew better than William what he had done in the past. He just couldn’t understand what had gone wrong now. After Esmeralda’s death, he had successfully fooled everyone and seized all her properties. Over the years, he had grown used to the illusion that everything belonged to him. It had never crossed his mind that one day, his carefully built empire would collapse in front of his eyes.

Now, realising that he had been utterly defeated, Eleanor gave a discreet signal to Laila to manage the situation.

Laila acted immediately. She walked to William, and with the help of two guards, escorted him backstage. William, still in shock, didn’t even think of resisting.

While this was happening, the attention of the room was focused entirely on their new CEO, Francesca Walters. No one noticed what was going on with William. After all, shareholders only cared about one thing... profit. Now that a prominent figure had taken over their company, all they could think about was how much money they might earn in the coming year.

Amidst the cheers and applause, Francesca concluded her speech and stepped down. She walked directly to Walter Langford, Earl of Birmingham, and bowed respectfully.

After all, it was their first meeting. Until now, she had only communicated with Eleanor.

Julian stepped up to the microphone and addressed the crowd.

"His Lordship, ladies and gentlemen... on behalf of the company, we kindly request everyone present today to keep what transpired in this meeting confidential. We don’t want word of our management changes reaching our competitors. The later they find out, the better. We trust in your cooperation."

He paused for a moment before continuing.

"His Lordship has another engagement, so he will take his leave shortly. To mark the joyous occasion of His Lordship’s visit, we’ve arranged a luncheon for everyone present. Please bear with us while preparations are completed."

At that, Walter and Eleanor stood and began walking towards the exit. The guards, already on high alert, moved in formation. Laila followed close behind. All directors and major shareholders... including Francesca... trailed them out of the conference room.

Once everyone had exited, the guards left as well, closing the doors behind them.

a flurry of chatter. The atmosphere had transformed. A sense of

***

official vehicle was already waiting. It was flanked by Eleanor’s ten black Range Rovers

entered the car. The vehicle moved off with a ceremonial wave of

out to be such a fine lady. She resembles her

"Every time I look at her, I miss Esmeralda

of shareholders. And William is still in the backstage. We need to deal

did they do to Mr

much. They tied him to a chair and

for thirty years. If

the shareholders. Eleanor requested we keep this news under wraps for at least a week... we

the shareholders. You can handle William however you

"Also... I’d like to begin my role

And if you need anything, come to me. As

turned back and entered the company

***

a black castle stood, exuding an ancient aura. It was located in such a perfect position that, unless one already knew of its existence, it would never be found. Its meticulous design blended so seamlessly with the surroundings that even

in the corner of his room. Unlike others, he didn’t use a study for work.

the paper. His face was too perfect for this age... flawless and cold. He wore a silk-black shirt, open at

caretaker of

was shrouded in eerie silence. The only sound was the distant hum of wind brushing against trees

clan members did. Normally, she upheld every rule of her family... but not when

"Grandpa, you tricked me."

was her first sentence upon entering the room. Her voice trembled with anger. The

had already stopped writing. He turned his head towards the door. His glacial blue eyes, almost metallic, shone with the unnatural sheen of the immortal.

said with a smirk, "I didn’t do anything. You’re accusing