Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 162: The Last Job

These days, the Whitmore family no longer carried the radiance of their past. No matter how hard they tried,

their business had been shrinking steadily for years. With the downfall cdifficult choices. They were forced

to let go of their long-time, experienced staff, replacing them with underpaid, inexperienced workers.

Only a handful of employees now operated the vast estate... none of whom dared speak up or question anything.

From the master bedroom upstairs cthe unmistakable sounds of passionate sex. William Whitmore had

always been loud in bed. He delighted in hearing his lovers scream beneath him... something that gave him a

sick kind of satisfaction, one that no business triumph could rival.

Ironically, the older he got, and the weaker his body became, the more he craved those cries.

To satisfy this craving uninterrupted, he had instructed the house staff never to enter the first floor unless

explicitly summoned. Everyone knew what was happening upstairs, but no one dared to intervene in their

employer's "private affairs."

These days, William was thoroughly infatuated with his secretary, Lydia Barker. She knew exactly how to please

both his body and ego... something Jeanne, his wife, had never managed. Recently, Lydia had developed a new

obsession... she wanted to make love in his own bed.

William understood the symbolism. For Lydia, it was a show of possession, a desire to claim him not just as a

lover, but as hers. A woman always wants to cling to her man. And so, whenever he had the chance, he invited

her to the estate.

As his secretary, Lydia’s visits raised no eyebrows. And she never asked for gifts, trips, or attention. She was

content simply to be with him... in his bed. With his rapidly declining income, William found her low-maintenance

needs refreshingly economical.

With a loud grunt, William collapsed onto her body, then rolled to the side, leaving Lydia's voluptuous figure

stretched across the bed. She sat up slowly, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement, her thin waist

curving like it was carved by an artist.

William stared at her in awe. Her face might not have matched Jeanne’s in her prime, but the rest of her body...

God, it was perfect! His desire flared again, but his aging body couldn't keep up. All he could do was devour her

with his eyes.

"William," Lydia purred, "relax. I'll give you a massage."

His heart fluttered. He turned over, letting her straddle his back. She was completely naked. He could feel the

warmth between her legs against his skin. Closing his eyes, he let himself melt beneath her touch. Before long,

he was snoring loudly.

Lydia carefully slipped off him, got dressed, and walked silently to the corner bookshelf. She opened a drawer,

took out a small key, and shut it again. Then, grabbing her handbag, she left the room without a sound.

She made her way to William's study. The door was closed, but not locked... he rarely locked it, a convenience for

the house staff who cleaned the room. After all, anything important was always kept in the locked cabinet.

Lydia entered confidently and headed straight for the cabinet. She used the key she’d taken and opened it.

Inside, she found the file she was looking for and placed it on the desk. From her bag, she pulled out a different

set of papers and replaced the contents of the file with them.

Once done, she returned the file neatly, locked the cabinet, and left the study with the grace of someone who

had done this before. She returned to William's room, returned the key to its place, then entered the bathroom.

From her bag, she retrieved an old button-style phone, powered it on, and dialled.

"Hello. Is this Jeanne Baker?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Ma’am, I'm Milli from EverBuild Solutions. | have information that concerns you. Your husband is having an affair

with his secretary. Believe it or not, they're having sex in your home... right now."

"Why are you tellingthis? What do you get out of spreading such a scandal?"

"Ma'am, this has been going on for stime. The entire office knows. | just don’t like the secretary. If you fire

her, that’s enough of a reward for me."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"I'm not asking for money, Ma'am. I'm just giving you the facts. What you do next is your decision."

She ended the call, powered off the phone, and placed it back in her bag.

She adjusted her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, straightened her clothes, and exited the bathroom. Then

she neatly arranged her shoes, bag, and hat where she could grab them quickly.

Afterward, she returned to the bed and lay beside William, gently massaging his bare back from the side. Her

fingers moved slowly, deliberately.

Everything was in place. All she had to do now... was wait.

Her thoughts drifted back to her past.

She had grown up poor. Her parents had died in a construction accident, leaving her alone to care for her baby

brother... the only family she had left. With no means to survive, she was forced to work as a sex worker at a

young age in a Southwark brothel.

Thankfully, the owner was kind. He gave her a flexible schedule so she could care for her brother.

But fate was cruel.

Her brother was diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, a rare and fatal genetic disorder that gradually strips

away a child's ability to move, swallow, and eventually breathe. The only treatment was a one-tgene

therapy called Zolgensma, which could replace the faulty gene.

But it cwith an unimaginable cost of 2 million pounds. One of the most expensive medicines in the world.

The doctors warned her that the treatment had to be administered immediately, before irreversible damage set

in. She was willing to do anything... but no matter how hard she tried, her fundraising efforts felt like a drop in

the ocean.

One day, a journalist, one of her regular clients, offered to publish her story in the paper. She had all but lost

hope...

Until one day, she received a call from a man. He offered to pay for the entire treatment, under one condition:

She would work for him for the rest of her life.

Desperate, broken, and out of time, she agreed without hesitation.

The man had never met her in person. All instructions cthrough a burner phone... no name, no face, just a

deep, emotionless voice that always spoke with precision. Under his direction, she brought her brother to

Manchester.

He paid for everything: a private hospital, top-tier doctors, and even a small stuapartment where she could

stay nearby. She expected to be used, perhaps as a mistress or a well-kept escort. But what cnext was

something she never imagined... a command so strange that she thought it was a joke.

He hired private tutors.

They cdaily to her studio. Math, economics, business, English, etiquette... subjects she had never knew

existed after dropping out at Level 8. Within six months, she had completed the equivalent of an MBA

curriculum. It was brutal. She studied twelve hours a day. There were no days off.

She assumed the man had a fetish for educated women, or perhaps he was grooming her for supper-class

roleplay. She had the kind of body that turned heads, and she'd long accepted her desirability. But then he did

something even stranger.

He paid for plastic surgery.

Not major work... just subtle adjustments to her face. Her jawline, the angle of her nose, her eyelids. It was

refined, not extreme. But it was enough to change her appearance. She becsomeone slightly... different.

All the while, he never once asked to meet. Never asked to touch her. Never asked her to strip or seduce him. It

puzzled her endlessly.

The answers cwhen she received her first assignment.

She was to apply for the position of

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Chairman's Secretary at EverBuild

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every skill she had learned in the past

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Naturally, she got the job. And her next order? Simple. Make William Whitmore fall for her.

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That part was child's play. William

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It was all intentional. She was a walking ghost of his wife's youth... beautiful, submissive, eager. His perfect

fantasy.

With all the mysteries now unraveled, Lydia committed herself fully to the job. She seduced him, earned his

trust, and slowly, day by day, began uncovering the skeletons in his closet. Every secret she unearthed, she

passed on to the man on the other end of the phone.

Her mission was clear: sabotage the company from within.

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Meanwhile, her brother's gene

therapy was successful. The boy was

later transferred to a Rost-gperative

ci porte EUS, one of the best

inthe country. She frequently spoke

to his caregivers. The mysterious

man kept his word... every expense

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Then cthe final task.

One afternoon, while searching William's private cabinet, she found the share transfer certificate... a document

that could shift control of the company. Her instructions were precise: make a forged copy with a falsified

signature, and deliver the original to the man.

This would be her last job. Once done, she would receive one million dollars, and a first-class ticket to the United

States. She would never have to work again. She could finally join her brother.

Until now, that strange man had never broken a promise. Even though she had never seen his face, never heard

his real name, she trusted him more than she had ever trusted anyone in her life.

Now, with the document secured in her bag, all that remained was to stage her exit... make it look like she was

caught red-handed and forced to flee.

While lost in thought, a loud, enraged voice pierced the silence: "What are you doing in my bed... You slut!"

Jeanne Baker! Her timing couldn't have been more perfect.

William jolted awake, confused and disoriented. Lydia, however, recovered in an instant. She didn’t hesitate. She

grabbed her shoes, bag, and hat... meticulously placed earlier for a quick getaway... and rushed out of the room

without a word.

She didn’t spare Jeanne so much as a glance.

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