Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 142: House of Lords

Three days had passed since the Stockport Scandal erupted across headlines and social media feeds. Yet despite

their relentless efforts, the Greymoore Clan found no evidence that could be traced back to the Raynor Clan.

Surprisingly, all Raynor members had remained stationed at their respective posts during that dreadful night.

Even the activities of the Blanc Clan were scrutinized, but investigators cup empty-handed.

Eleanor had anticipated this scenalong before executing her plan. She had meticulously arranged for all her

shadow guards who worked the Stockport operation to travel exclusively in helicopters and cars owned or rented

through Edward Miller, chairman of the Miller Group. It wasn't just a safety measure... it was a calculated move.

The Millers, too, stood to benefit from the operation’s outcome.

She had even taken Edward Miller with her when she visited Mayor Grant a day before the scandal broke. With

the sudden downfall of the Brown family, Eleanor made sure the Miller Group would have the opportunity to

enter Stockport and fill the resulting power vacuum. Edward's patience and loyalty were now bearing fruit.

Although both Edward Miller and Mayor Grant had sidea of what was coming, neither of them had foreseen

the sheer scale of the takedown. The coordinated arrests, the media frenzy, the public outrage... it was beyond

anything they imagined. While they didn’t know Eleanor’s exact plans regarding the appointment of the next

PrMinister, the signs were becoming harder to ignore. Her people were becoming increasingly active in the

capital, and it was clear that the Eleanor’s influence was rising swiftly. Edward Miller knew all first hand because

all Eleanor’s people used vehicles from his company.

The Brown family, once untouchable, had crumbled under the weight of the scandal. Their assets were frozen,

their companies placed under government scrutiny, and the media relentlessly painted them as a criminal

organization. Oliver Brown, along with his longtsecretary, had vanished. Police searched frantically for him,

but no clues had surfaced. Everyone assumed he had fled with help from the opposition party members caught

in the scandal.

Unbeknownst to the authorities, Oliver and his secretary had both been quietly eliminated on the very night of

the incident by guards from Clan Blanc. After extracting every piece of useful information from them, they were

silenced. Eleanor’s shadow team raided Oliver's hidden vault and retrieved an enormous hoard of gold and

diamonds, along with sensitive documents for future use.

Eleanor, never one to hoard ill-gotten wealth, gifted all the retrieved gold and diamonds to the Blanc Clan for

their internal development. The act stunned Clan Head Dominic Blanc, who was so surprised by the unexpected

fortune that he immediately called Fiona Raynor to confirm if it was truly a gift.

Fiona, unaware of the details, simply replied, "If Eleanor gave it to you, then you should keep it. After all, it

wasn’t Raynor Clan money. That wealth was looted from humans. It’s better used for your clan’s future."

During the interrogation phase of the mission, Eleanor’s team uncovered several offshore accounts in Oliver's

name, holding more than ten billion dollars. Without hesitation, Eleanor transferred the entire sum to a secure

account belonging to Anastasiya Ivanova in Russia, the beloved granddaughter of Lord Alexander Ivanov.

Anastasiya was currently living in Eleanor’s villa area, along with Teresa and Cassandra. The money would serve

as a major investment for the joint project Anastasiya and Lily were developing.

Laila Hasanovi¢, a former member of the Imperial Haven... had now been given a new identity: Laila Monroe. She

had officially joined Eleanor’s security team. As a woman, she was permitted to board Eleanor’s car and acted as

her aide when Teresa wasn’t available. Laila proved especially helpful in managing protocols and security

logistics for Eleanor’s increasing busy schedules.

Today, Eleanor was en route to Langford Estate to meet her granduncle, Walter Langford, the current Earl of

Birmingham. The visit was not just familial... it had political significance.

American businessman Brian Morgan was currently overseeing the transformation of Langford Park into a major

entertainment hub. Since the park was located in the heart of Old Birmingham City, its value would skyrocket

upon completion. Councilor Louis Turner had been instrumental in smoothing regulatory hurdles for the project.

When both men heard of Eleanor’s planned visit to the estate, they made sure to be present to welcher.

As Eleanor’s convoy stopped in front of the historic Langford castle and she stepped gracefully out of the vehicle,

both Brian and Louis hurried forward to greet her.

"Welcome, Miss Raynor," they said in unison, offering practiced smiles.

Eleanor smiled inwardly at their enthusiasm. Just months ago, these smen had been threatening to both the

Langfords and Eleanor. Now they were behaving like loyal supporters.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Turner. How have you both been?" she asked with polite warmth.

The two men exchanged pleasantries with her, clearly eager to stay in her good graces.

Walter Langford and the Langford family’s long-serving butler, Graham, stood at the castle gates with several

other senior staff to receive her. Eleanor walked up to them and greeted, "Good morning, Granduncle. Good

morning, everyone. | hope all is well."

Graham replied, "Thanks to you, everything here has improved tically. Councilor Turner has even lent us

his support several times."

Eleanor turned toward Louis with a nod. "Then | must thank you personally, Councilor."

Louis offered a modest bow. "It’s nothing, really. It was my duty as a local representative."

Walter gestured toward the entrance. "Cinside. You've traveled a long way to get here."

Eleanor agreed. "Yes. And | need to speak with you privately."

After everyone was seated in the castle's grand hall, Eleanor and Walter withdrew to a secret chamber,

accessible only to members of the Langford family members.

Once seated, Eleanor went straight to the point. "I'm sure you've been following the news regarding the

Stockport Scandal."

Walter chuckled. "Indeed. It’s been fascinating to watch. Who would've thought a single search warrant would

devastate the entire kingdom."

Eleanor’s expression grew serious. "lI chere to discuss a related matter. During the investigation, one of the

House of Lords members was arrested. He held a Hereditary Peerage. Now, his seat is vacant."

Walter's eyes narrowed. He instantly understood Eleanor’s intension. "And you wantto re-enter the House of

Lords?"

Eleanor nodded. "Yes. The Langfords have been out of politics for too long. | want you to reclaim your place."

Walter hesitated. "I could express my intent to return, but there's a vote involved. That might complicate things."

"You don’t need to worry about the vote," Eleanor said calmly. "I'll take care of that. All you need to do is call

your party leaders and inform them that you're interested in filling the vacant seat."

She could see doubt flicker in his eyes. Eleanor looked at his eyes, her gaze piercing. "Call them now. Restore the

Langford name. As the Earl, it is your duty."

Under her commanding presence, Walter finally took out his phone and began dialing. To his astonishment,

everything moved faster than expected. The party leaders responded with enthusiasm, welcoming his return to

politics. Their tone was deferential, even eager.

What Walter didn’t know was that Eleanor had already spoken to them in advance, urging them to support his

nomination. She had cleared the path... he simply needed to walk it.

After returning to the main hall,

Eleanor joined the others in

discussing the progress of the

Langford Park Entertainment Center

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properties. Brian Morgan's company

had taken the lead in most of these

developments. Since Teresa had

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Eleanor hadn't had the chance to

learn about the full scope of the

projects. She listened carefully,

asking a few sharp questions, and

nodded with quiet approval at the

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After about half an hour, Eleanor

politely excused herself. There was

one more place she needed to visit

before leaving—the grave of her

mother, Helena La ford Raynor! She

walkedilone thot h the quiet

garden path to the small family

cemetery behind the estate, the wind

gently brushing her hair. The stone

was simple, elegant. Eleanor stood

silently for several minutes, lost in

thought. Her lips moved slightly,

perhaps in prayer, perhaps in a

promise. Then, with a deep breath,

she turned back toward her car and

began the journey to Manchester.

Seven days later, news broke that Earl Walter Langford had been elected to the House of Lords. The

announcement sent shockwaves through Birmingham's political circles. Many local politicians had written off the

Langfords as a fading name—respected, yes, but no longer influential. They had only maintained public

courtesies because the people of the region still admired the Langfords for their long history of humanitarian

work.

The most stunned among them was Councilor Louis Turner. He had maintained close ties with the Langfords in

recent weeks but hadn’t sensed even a whisper of this development. When he confronted Brian about it, the

American simply shrugged and said, "If Eleanor Raynor is involved, then anything's possible."

When Brian discovered that Eleanor’s mother was the daughter of previous Earl Langford, he had been certain

that the Langfords were destined to rise again.

Louis, on the other hand, found

himself in an unexpected

predicament. His growing

association with the Langfords apd

the development ofilnfdra Park

HBA BIraddy boosted his reputation.

People began seeing him as a rising

star, a strong candidate in the future

political landscape. Whispers

circulated about him running for

Member of Parliament from

Birmingham. Seven asked him

directly if he was planning to stand in

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It got him thinking. Perhaps he could ride the wave and board the Langford ship in tfor the next election. But

there was one problem... his current party was in power, while the Langfords aligned with the opposition. He

wasn't sure how to switch sides without creating a scandal.