Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 199: A Day Around the World- 2

In Kern County, just beside Rogers Dry Lake and Edwards Aux North Air Force Base, stood the sprawling facility of

Orionix SpaceTech Inc. Over the past few months, the company had launched more than a hundred satellites into

orbit. For reasons of security and confidentiality, Edwards Air Force Base extended its facilities to Orionix, while

also requesting support from the NASA Armstrong Flight Research Center, fully aware that the company was

operating under NATO's directives.

Following the company’s establishment, a specialised NATO team was stationed at Edwards to assist Orionix in

its operations. Even NASA engineers were astounded by the speed of Orionix’s satellite launches... almost as if

they were racing against time. The company sourced materials globally, paying premium prices without

hesitation, seemingly unhindered by any budgetary limitations. NASA, too, profited significantly by supplying

various components and materials.

Most of Orionix’s employees were seasoned veterans poached from other space agencies... particularly NASA.

Key roles such as Head of Engineering, Launch Operations Manager, Satellite Systems Engineer, Propulsion

Engineer, Avionics and Software Engineer, and Quality Assurance & Safety Manager were all filled by former

NASA alumni. For regulatory affairs, NATO provided their own personnel, streamlining processes significantly.

Dr. Drake Graham took up the role of CEO at Orionix after voluntarily retiring from NASA, where he had served as

the Director of Kennedy Space Center. His tat Orionix had opened his eyes to technological developments

he’d never imagined encountering. It had been a gamble to leave NASA, but the risk had paid off.

Although his activities remained under the watchful eye of the NATO team, Dr. Graham was no stranger to

oversight... he had endured far more interference from bureaucrats during his tat NASA. Here, NATO

personnel stayed out of technical affairs, which was a welcchange.

Then there was the matter of funding. Upon his appointment, the company’s enigmatic founder, Eleanor Raynor,

had promised him unlimited resources... whatever he needed to get the job done. And she had kept her word.

Not once had he faced a budget cut. The only thing his boss ever pressured him about was time. She wanted

everything completed fast. Dr. Graham did his best to deliver, though he knew that even with endless money,

sthings simply couldn't be rushed.

At this moment, inside the launch command centre, the entire staff erupted into celebration. They had just

successfully deployed their 120th satellite into orbit. Dr. Graham, wearing a rare smile, watched with

satisfaction. They had all worked tirelessly over the past two years to reach this point. Although the final goal

was 150 satellites, 120 was the initial milestone and they had just completed it.

Amid the noise, Dr. Graham glanced at his phone to check the time. It was early evening in the Kingdom.

He dialled Eleanor. "Miss Raynor, we've just successfully launched the 120th satellite. The team is celebrating.

We've completed the milestone within the timeline. May | announce the bonus you promised?"

Eleanor’s voice cthrough the speaker, calm and direct. "Very well. You may declare it. At the end of this

month, all employees will receive a bonus equal to their basic salary. Contact Teresa to arrange the transfer. And

congratulations to you and your team."

"Thank you," Dr. Graham said, ending the call.

He approached the nearest microphone and cleared his throat. Instantly, the noise around him died down as

everyone turned their attention to him.

"Thank you all for your outstanding work. I've just spoken with the boss. She’s approved a bonus... each of you

will receive an additional month's basic salary with the next pay cycle."

The command centre erupted again... this tlouder than before. The walls echoed with cheers and applause.

Dr. Graham stood still, watching them celebrate. He knew they deserved every bit of it.

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In Taramani, Chennai, India, Helena Rodrigues stepped out after inspecting the final factory. The warm afternoon

sunlight bathed her bronze skin and dark, wavy hair in a golden glow. With her tall frand curvaceous figure,

she appeared effortlessly captivating, exuding a mature and self-assured aura.

Samantha Nagavanshi, daughter of the Naga King Vasuki Prabhas Nagavanshi, had been accompanying Helena

for the past few days. Together, they had visited all seven factories in the region, streamlining production lines

and finalising office structures. With their efforts complete, all facilities were now operating at full capacity.

Samantha had learned a great deal since meeting Eleanor. She was astonished by the calibre of talent Eleanor

had assembled. Numerous experts had cto aid in the restructuring of the factories... each one a specialist in

their own right. Working alongside them, Samantha absorbed more knowledge in a few days than she had in

years prior.

Once they got into their car, Samantha asked, "Helena, are you really leaving tomorrow?"

Helena nodded. "Yes. I'm responsible for overseeing three companies back in the Kingdom. If | remain here much

longer, they'll begin to suffer from lack of direction."

Samantha smiled and said, "Then, I'd like to invite you to dinner at my hthis evening. My father would also

like to meet you."

Helena considered it for a moment, then agreed. "Alright. But | need to return to the hotel first... | have an online

meeting. After that, I'm free. Just send a car."

Samantha responded cheerfully, "No worries... I'll cpick you up myself."

Helena turned her gaze to the window. A vibrant sea of vehicles of every shape and size filled the road. On the

pavements, streams of pedestrians hurried hfrom work. The everyday bustle of Chennai, so alive and

diverse, continued to fascinate her with each passing day.

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In the Walmart Supercenter, Suffolk of Virginia, Eleanor Whitmore and Jeanne Baker were strolling through the

shelves, picking out the necessary items for their household. This was the first tin a long while they had to

check the price of every item... they were running on a budget.

The last few days had been terribly difficult for their family. After settling into their new house, they had bought

two cars for commuting. They had initially decided to start a small business with what little money they had left.

But someone had leaked their new address to people from the Kingdom who were owed money by William. One

by one, they started to contact them, asking for repayment. They immediately changed their phone numbers,

but it didn’t help much. Sof the debtors had relatives or business associates living in Virginia who showed

up at their doorstep, demanding money.

William Whitmore had just bailed out of a drug smuggling case, so they couldn't afford to stir up any disturbance

in the neighbourhood. They paid sof the more persistent ones just to make them go away, which further

dwindled what little savings they had. In the end, they had to drop the idea of starting a business altogether.

Instead, they decided to look for jobs that matched their expertise.

Jennifer's friend, who had already been living in Virginia, managed to arrange a job for her that would begin next

month. Luckily, when all her other friends had cut contact, this one had remained loyal and helped her in her

tof need.

William Whitmore had gone for an interview at a construction material supply company. He was hopeful about

getting the job due to his past experience in the industry.

But the real problem lay with Jeanne. She had never worked a day in her life. With no experience, and given her

age, it would be difficult for her to find any job. So, they decided she would stay hand manage the

household in the meantime.

However, this was easier said than done. They had lived with house staff for many years. Adjusting to this new

life... cleaning, cooking, managing everything on their own was proving to be difficult.

As they were engrossed in their shopping, a man dressed in a black suit and cap approached them.

"Are you Jeanne Baker from Manchester?" he asked, looking directly at Jeanne.

Jeanne was startled by the sudden question, but she answered, assuming he was yet another person coming to

ask for money. "Yes. How may | help you?"

"I was tasked to give you this," the man said, handing her an envelope. Jeanne took it from him cautiously.

"Please read the contents carefully. The sdocuments are being given to Mr William Whitmore as well. My

employer wishes you the best of luck." With that, the man turned and walked away without another word.

Jeanne stood there frozen, staring at the envelope.

Jennifer asked, "Mum, what's in it?"

Jeanne replied, "I don’t know. | thought he'd demand money like the others."

Jennifer frowned. "I thought so too. But he only gave you a letter. You don’t have any debts in the Kingdom, do

you?"

Jeanne shook her head. "No. | never had to borrow anything."

Jennifer said, "Then open the envelope. We'll know once we read it. He said the sthing is being sent to Dad.

What could possibly be addressed to both of you?"

Jeanne opened the envelope. Inside

were two neatly folded papers. he

opened the fis one({ asa DNA

1&5tPepd with no names attached.

Her eyes fell to the bold conclusion at

the bottom: The content is on

novelenglish.net! Read the latest

chapter there!

"The DNA test results support the conclusion that Party B is the biological mother of Party A, with a probability of

maternity of 99.99%."

Jeanne frowned, confused as to why someone would send her such a document. She handed the paper to

Jennifer and unfolded the second one.

This time, she directly scanned to the bolded conclusion at the bottom:

"Based on the DNA analysis, Party C cannot be the biological father of Party A. He is excluded with a probability

of paternity of 0%."

Jeanne froze.

, . . a

She wasn't stupid. She immediately

understood the implication of

receiving these anogy@pus SNA test

results Nof Eorfirming maternity,

the other excluding paternity. And if

William had received the same

envelope... The content is on

novelenglish.net! Read the latest

chapter there!

Her mind reeled. "If swas given to William, then what will happen?" she thought in panic.

Jennifer looked at her mother, who

stood dazed, the paper trembling in

her hands. She took the documents

and read them potfXFailing to

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UBdersthy she asked, "Why would

someone send us a mismatched

DNA test? It says Party B is the

biological mother of Party A, but

Party C is not the father. What kind of

a q oo o

joke is this?" The content is on

novelenglish.net! Read the latest

chapter there!

Jeanne’s legs gave out. She sat down heavily on the floor of the aisle, her vision blurring. Her voice was faint, but

Jennifer heard it:

"Party A is probably... you."

The weight of her words crushed her. She couldn't hold on any longer... Jeanne Baker fainted.