Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 107: Business Proposal

Anastasiya was momentarily taken aback by Eleanor’s directness, but she quickly composed herself and offered

a confident smile.

"Since you asked so straightforwardly, I'll answer in the sway," she said. "Among my siblings, I'm the odd

one. | don’t run any businesses, nor do | manage any corporate affairs. | prefer reading, traveling, and fighting.

Business never interestedmuch."

Eleanor tilted her head slightly, listening with interest as the vampire woman continued.

"In Eastern Europe, my family wields considerable influence. Technically, all the vampire clans in the region are

vassals of my family. I've never used that power for personal gain... but perhaps | should. After completing my

education, | inherited a significant amount of wealth from the family estate. It's just lying dormant in my

Grandfather's treasury. Grandpa is happy to haveby his side, trainingin combat. He taughthow to

wield the spear... I'm currently at a master level."

She paused, then added with a hint of sincerity, "I'm sharing this with you so you can understand who I am."

Eleanor remained quiet, her gaze sharp but non-judgmental. Anastasiya continued, "This time, Grandfather

askedto meet you... to learn the art of business from you. | know you have your own money, and you

probably don’t need anyone else’s money. Still, I'm offering to invest mine. You can direct it into any venture you

see fit. We can discuss profit-sharing terms later. And if you ever want to expand into Eastern Europe, | can

actively help open the doors for you."

Eleanor’s expression didn’t change. Instead of answering directly, she asked, "Do you have any personal goals?"

Anastasiya blinked. "Not really. I've thought about investing before, but there are so many options... and so

many failures in my clan’s history. I've always been afraid of squandering what | have."

Eleanor leaned back slightly in her chair, folding her arms across her chest in contemplation. "I see. Then let me

ask you this: how much money are you prepared to invest right now?"

"More or less ten billion dollars," Anastasiya replied without hesitation. "In cash. If you need more, | can ask

Grandfather or sell off sof my personal artefacts."

Eleanor’s brows lifted slightly at the impressive figure, but her voice remained calm. "Alright. That givesa

starting point. But ultimately, it comes down to you. You need to think about what you actually want to do. If you

don’t have any passion or purpose, | won't be able to help you build something meaningful."

Anastasiya looked genuinely puzzled. "But how am | supposed to figure that out?"

Eleanor had to fight the urge to strangle the beautiful vampire. She took a deep breath and reminded herself to

be patient... especially since this girl had just gifted her a rare Moonpetal Flower.

"Fine," Eleanor said at last. "Here's what you'll do. Cto the Kingdom someday. Meet my top employees, my

advisors, and a few business partners. Maybe something will inspire you. Sometimes, seeing the operations up

close can spark ideas."

Anastasiya’s face lit up with a dazzling smile. "Grandpa wantedto befriend Eleanor. What better way than to

travel with her?" she thought.

"Why don’t | just go with you this time?" she asked eagerly. "I don’t have any problem being around werewolves.

Unlike sother vampires who are obsessed with their supposed superiority, | can get along with just about

anyone."

Eleanor sighed. "I travel with werewolves because they're excellent in combat. But my businesses are run by

humans. They're the ones with brains. You'll need to work closely with them... lots of them."

"No problem at all!" Anastasiya beamed. "I studied with humans at university. They never even suspected |

wasn’t one of them. | can blend in just fine."

At that point, Dimitry finally spoke up, his voice steady. "I can vouch for Miss Anastasiya. She's never caused any

incidents outside of the clan."

He added silently to himself, "though she’s definitely stirred up plenty of trouble inside the clan."

Eleanor gave a small nod. "Alright. You can cwith us."

Turning to Dimitry, she said, "Knight Petrov, | believe you brought something for me."

"Yes," he said, pulling an envelope from his inner coat pocket. He handed it over solemnly.

Eleanor opened the envelope and found a single printed photograph inside—an unfamiliar middle-aged man. She

flipped it over. On the back, a simple note was written:

"Owen Nash, Former MI6 Agent. Last known location: Manchester. Six years ago."

Her fingers tightened around the photo. "So this is the man who placed the hit on me," she thought. She slipped

the picture back into the envelope and said softly, "Thank you, Knight Petrov. This was a great help. My task here

is done... I'll return to the Kingdom tonight."

She turned to Anastasiya. "Miss Ivanova, you may return to your family for now. Pack your things and we'll meet

again in the Kingdom. Here... take my number."

Anastasiya shook her head, "There's no need. I'm coming with you now. Anything | need in the future, I'll buy. |

travel light."

Eleanor blinked. "This..."

"You agreed earlier," Anastasiya interrupted cheerfully. "No need to go back on your word now. I'm going with

you... and that’s final. Sir Petrov, please inform Grandfather of my decision. Also, send a helicopter to take us to

the airport. | don’t want to wait in line. Miss Raynor and her team can’t use the VIP passage even with me."

Dimitry stood, giving a deep nod. "Understood, Miss. I'll make the arrangements immediately."

With that, he left the room. Anastasiya visibly relaxed on the sofa, shedding her refined posture.

"Maintaining etiquette is so exhausting," she muttered under her breath, hoping Dimitry hadn't heard.

Eleanor gave a rare smile, amused by her guest's dual personality. She then called Cassandra and arranged for

Anastasiya to be moved into the luxe suite next door, which was currently unoccupied.

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The meal was lively. Anastasiya,

when in a relaxed environment,

revealed herself to be a rein

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hab she had earlier was nowhere

to be found. She kept the

conversation flowing effortlessly, and

soon even the usually serious

Cassandra found herself giggling.

The camaraderie between the two women grew fast. They had already spent part of the morning gossiping in

Anastasiya’s suite and now behaved like long-lost friends.

While they were still eating, Anatoly

Ignatov, the regional coordinator of

the ruling United TOTO mM

epee nt for lunch. He

casually glanced around the room,

and his eyes landed on Anastasiya.

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"Natasha? Is that really you?" he said in surprise. "I thought | was seeing someone who looked like you."

Anastasiya immediately stood up, slipping back into her refined demeanour. "Uncle Ignatov, it’s lovely to see you

again."

Anatoly smiled warmly. "After your graduation, you never cto visit. Your aunt has been missing you."

"Sorry, Uncle. I've been busy with family matters and postgraduate studies. But I'll make tsoon... | promise."

At that moment, Eleanor’s instincts screamed. A sudden chill ran down her spine. Every fiber of her being

screamed danger.

"Everyone, down!" she shouted.

Years of training kicked in. The members of Clan Blanc instantly dropped to the floor, heads low.

Eleanor moved like lightning. She lunged across the table, grabbing both Anastasiya and Anatoly and slamming

them to the ground just as...

BOOM!

The window behind them shattered.