Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 187: Livia Asked for Help

The next day, Bernie Sanders met William Whitmore as promised. He brought along a buyer who agreed to purchase all the land owned by the Whitmore family. The holdings weren’t extensive, and the final amount wasn’t significant, but after a successful round of negotiations, both parties proceeded with the documentation.

At the hospital, Jennifer also finalised the sale of her remaining shares in EverBuild to Bernie. Fortunately, he had close ties with a brokerage firm and managed to arrange for a broker to come directly to the hospital. With the necessary transfer forms signed and stamp duty paid, the transaction was completed by the end of the day.

In the meantime, the Whitmore family sold off all their remaining possessions. All the proceeds were deposited into Jeanne’s bank account. They had discussed the decision thoroughly and concluded that, should anyone bear them ill intentions, Jeanne was the least likely to be targeted.

Later that evening, the doctors informed them that Jennifer would be fit for discharge the following day. They decided to spend a night at a hotel and then quietly leave the kingdom two days later.

However, they chose not to disclose their plans to anyone... not even to extended family or James’s relatives. The decision to leave the kingdom would be kept entirely secret. Their departure would be silent and without farewell.

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Ethan picked up Freya from school that day. Eleanor had been occupied in her lab for the entire day. These days were more exhausting than usual for her, as she was now racing against a deadline to complete her project. The clan competition had already begun, and soon, she would have to join the winners at Kvernheim to attend the academy.

There were many components to her project, each assigned to a different team. Every team had a final objective, and all were working diligently to meet their targets according to the revised timeline.

But the most crucial part was integrating all the separate parts into one coherent whole. Eleanor refused to delegate that responsibility. She feared that, in the wrong hands, this knowledge could be catastrophic. That final integration, the heart of the project, she would complete herself... no matter how complex or burdensome it became.

That evening, Eleanor stepped out of her lab and exited the office. Teresa, Maya, and the others had already left. A few remained in the tech division, still engrossed in their work.

Without paying them much mind, she walked straight to the parking area, climbed into her car, and headed home.

She leaned her head back against the seat, eyes closed, fatigue creeping over her limbs. At that moment, her phone vibrated. She glanced down... it was her school friend Livia Greyson, the owner of Beyond Glamorous, the styling studio she occasionally visited before parties.

It surprised her. Livia had never called her before. Every previous time, it had been Eleanor reaching out.

She answered the call, and Livia’s anxious voice came through immediately, "Eleanor, I need your help. I don’t know any powerful person other than you, so I called you straight away."

Eleanor replied calmly, "Take a breath. Start from the beginning. Are you in trouble? I’ll do my best to help... just tell me what happened."

little. "It’s not me... it’s my friend. Do you remember Georgia

Eleanor wouldn’t have remembered such a peripheral figure. But ever since her bloodline awakened, her memory had become flawless. The name conjured up an image at once: a timid girl with a ponytail who always sat quietly at the back of their primary school

remember her," Eleanor said. "She was

told me it’s something to do with money. Her phone has been confiscated and switched off. Somehow, she got hold of another phone and called me for help. But she couldn’t say much before someone noticed.

paused to catch her breath, then continued, "Eleanor, I think she’s in real danger. She sounded desperate. I’ve got a few wealthy clients I could try contacting, but I don’t know if they’ll help. That’s why I called

"Don’t worry. I’ll help. Georgia was a classmate, and that bond doesn’t vanish just because we weren’t close.

her mobile number, her address, anything you’ve got. Also, the number she used to call for help. Where are you

at my

way to you. Get

She immediately instructed her

relayed the destination to the convoy. They had been there several times before, so they knew exactly where to

the competition, so Isadora was

said, "Isadora, I think Sebastian is in the convoy. The others should be resting at the villa. Contact all the shadow guards. I’ll

relayed the

of minutes later, Livia’s message arrived. Eleanor forwarded

on-duty officer. "I’ve sent you a message. I need to locate these numbers or the person linked to

calmly for

later, a message appeared on her screen, accompanied by geolocation

same area. One went offline three days

signal led her to 53 to 57 Briggs Avenue of South Bank,

marking the location,

someone is being held captive at this address. Can

in text form. Instead, her phone rang. She

with serious social deprivation... frequent violent offences, anti-social behaviour, drug activity, and criminal damage. It also ranks among the highest in the country for domestic abuse and

profiles of the local

officers in that area have been previously charged