Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 43: Not His Daughter

The next morning, after having breakfast with Isabella and Freya, Eleanor went to her study to hear the reports

from her shadow team. They were already there, standing in silence, waiting for her arrival.

As Eleanor settled into her chair, Sebastian began without prelude. "Yesterday, | checked in on Mayor Grant and

her secretary. | couldn’t find anything suspicious about the Mayor herself. However, when the IT team

intervened, they found several unusual transactions in the secretary’s bank accounts. Although those accounts

weren't publicly registered under her name, her phone contained apps linked to the accounts, along with

transaction records."

He paused, then added, "The IT team said a detailed report will be waiting on your desk by the tyou get to

the office. Aside from that, we discovered aurecordings of the Mayor's secret meetings with various

politicians and businessmen on the secretary’s devices. There were also... compromising photos of the Mayor

stored on her laptop. All the data will be delivered to your office securely."

Eleanor nodded calmly, her fingers tapping the armrest thoughtfully.

Ophelia was next to speak. "Raphael and | investigated the MP's mansion. He's careful. We swept the entire

property, and the IT team hacked all devices within his residence, but nothing surfaced. Just as we were leaving,

Raphael noticed sirregularities in the garage."

"We conducted a thorough search and discovered a concealed tunnel entrance in the garage. It led to a secret

room buried under the garden. It was like a secure vault. Inside, we found several rare paintings, antiques, gold

bars, and a substantial amount of cash. Hidden in a steel box were the photographs we were searching for."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Were you able to copy them?"

Ophelia nodded. "I took pictures of the photos using my mobile, but we didn’t disturb anything else in the vault.

The room was under camera surveillance, but the IT team replaced the footage with a fabricated feed. The steel

box also contained several portable hard drives and DVDs, but we didn’t touch those. | haven't had tto print

the photos yet. Would you prefer the soft copies or hard copies?"

"Keep them for now," Eleanor replied smoothly. "I plan to gift them to Mayor Grant during our next meeting."

"How much cash was there?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

Ophelia tilted her head thoughtfully. "I'm no expert, but I'd estimate several million... Euros, Dollars, and Pounds

combined."

Eleanor smirked. "That kind of money could easily lead to a by-election. Now, all | need is for Mayor Grant to

cinto our fold."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "What about the education support program?"

Sebastian answered, "We assisted the IT team in hacking the office computer and personal laptop of the man in

charge. They're working on analyzing the data now. You should receive an update later today."

"Good work," Eleanor said, rising from her chair. "Thank you, everyone. I'll head to my office now. You can rest

until the afternoon... you've all had a rather busy night."

The shadow guards bowed and exited silently, except for Ophelia... who remained behind.

She reached into her pocket and handed Eleanor a sealed envelope.

Eleanor took it and carefully opened the flap, pulling out a folded document. Her eyes scanned the DNA results.

She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes, a wave of emotion washing over her. It felt like a heavy weight

had lifted from her chest.

As expected, William Whitmore was not her father. Although her biological father’s identity remained a mystery,

there was a strange sense of relief. She didn’t carry that man’s blood.

But what truly surprised her was that Jennifer Whitmore wasn’t William's biological daughter either. Jeanne

Baker, however, was confirmed as Eleanor’s biological mother.

After several moments of silence, Eleanor looked up at Ophelia. "I assyou have something to say."

Ophelia nodded. "Yes. The doctor believes there's a strong chance that Sample 1... William... suffers from

Klinefelter Syndrome. That would mean he’s likely infertile. If you want to confirm this, we'll need to perform a Y-

chromosDNA test. But it requires a blood sample."

Eleanor pondered for a moment. "Alright. Do it."

"It will take two to three days to get the results. I'll notify you as soon as they arrive," Ophelia said.

"Thank you. I'm not in a rush. Rest today. Begin tomorrow," Eleanor replied.

Ophelia nodded respectfully, bowed, and left the study.

Just as Eleanor stood to leave, a knock cat the door.

"Cin," she called.

The butler entered with a polite bow. "Madam, Elder Juliette Blanc has cto see you. I've seated her in the

lounge."

"No need. Bring her here," Eleanor instructed.

"Yes, Madam."

He left and returned a few minutes later, knocking again.

"Cin."

The door opened, and a graceful woman walked in. She wore a casual green top and black pants that

accentuated her striking appearance. The shade of green complemented her pale complexion, and her eyes

gleamed with a sense of both wisdom and mischief.

Eleanor stood and greeted her politely. "Good morning, Elder Juliette. I'm honestly surprised to see you. Please,

have a seat."

Although Eleanor could sense Juliette’s beta werewolf nature, she extended respect to the woman's legendary

political career and vast experience.

Juliette had cprepared to meet an Elizabeth... but even she hadn't expected the sheer pressure of Eleanor’s

presence. Suppressing the discomfort, she sat down.

Without wasting time, she asked, "I want to know why you're interested in politics. As far as I'm aware, no one

from the Raynor Clan has ever been politically active. And you... you're an Elizabeth. That caught my attention."

Eleanor smiled. "I appreciate your directness. Letshare a story."

Over the next ten minutes, Eleanor outlined her businesses, her goals, her long-term strategy, and the endgame

she envisioned. She spoke with conviction and clarity, painting a future that was ambitious yet practical.

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They exchanged contact information and walked out of the study together. While Eleanor headed to her room to

prepare for work, Juliette waited in the living room, sipping the tea the butler had provided.

Once ready, Eleanor kissed Freya goodbye and left for work.

Juliette’s car followed closely behind, and they arrived at Heimdall Technologies together.

As Eleanor stepped into her office on the top floor, she found Lily standing in the center of the room with an

exaggerated scowl on her face.

"Boss, this isn’t fair," Lily complained. "I'm not getting paid for the extra work I've done since early this

morning."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow. "Is it about the U.S. IT team?"

"Yes! And it’s a lot of work," Lily replied tically.

Without missing a beat, Eleanor handed her a bank card. "Here. Take it."