Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 66: Dominic Blanc

After ending the call with Fiona, Eleanor leaned back in her chair, letting her thoughts wander toward the

journeys that lay ahead. Both Nigeria and India awaited her attention... two vastly different regions, yet equally

crucial for her expanding empire.

"This might actually work in my favor," she mused silently, tapping a finger on the table. "As the future leader of

the Raynor Clan, it's essential that I start mingling with other clans and supernatural forces early on. Business

cooperation is a perfect avenue to forge strong, mutually beneficial relationships."

Without wasting time, she picked up her phone and dialed Dominic Blanc.

"Hello, Grandpa. How's your health today?" she asked warmly.

"Eleanor! I'm doing fine, thank you. What can | help you with?" Dominic replied in his usual composed voice.

"Oh! You sound busy, so | won't waste your time. | need a favor," she said, then added, "Grandma toldyou

have sconnections with the Bultungin Clan. | need to meet their Clan Head as soon as possible. Could you

help arrange that?"

"Werehyenas?" he exclaimed in mild surprise. "Why do you want to meet them?"

"I'm about to establish a private economic zone in Nigeria. Grandma suggested | seek their protection for

supernatural security. Plus, it’s an opportunity to build diplomatic ties early. It'll be useful in the long run,"

Eleanor explained.

"Well, if your clan head has already endorsed this, | won't question it," he said after a pause. "Givefive

minutes. I'll make a call and get back to you."

He ended the call without another word. Eleanor hadn't even lowered her phone before it buzzed again, this time

with a notification from the darwebsite that had once posted a kill order for her.

She narrowed her eyes. That incident still hadn’t been resolved.

"I was planning to visit Russia to deal with this in person," she muttered, opening her handbag to retrieve her

Bittium mobile, "but the pile of work in the office never gavethe time."

She powered on the secure device and quickly navigated through layers of encryption until a secure shell loaded

the darinterface. Using admin-level access provided by hacker ZeroWarden, she entered the system.

The page loaded her previous kill order. It had been updated.

A new group had accepted the contract. There was also a note... "Previous team failed and disappeared."

Eleanor tracked the new group’s digital footprint. Though they used a US-based proxy network, the original IP

address traced back to Haarlem, Netherlands. That alone was enough for her to deduce their plan.

"They'll likely cross the North Sea by speedboat. Airports are off-limits for this type of operation," she calculated

silently. "Depending on the weather and where they land, it'll take five to seven hours to cross, then four to five

more by road to reach Manchester. Even with local support, they won't be here in less than thirteen hours."

She leaned back again, sighing. "That means I'm safe for today... and maybe even tomorrow. | should expect

them by tomorrow night at the earliest."

Her thoughts were interrupted by another call from Dominic Blanc again.

"Eleanor," his calm voice spoke, "I managed to get through to one of the Bultungin Clan’s main members.

Fortunately, he was near their Clan Head. They've agreed to meet you in five days. You'll be picked up directly

from Maiduguri International Airport. I'll send you their contact number... just let them know your flight details."

"Thank you so much, Grandpa," Eleanor said gratefully.

"No need to thank me. But remember... be careful there. This is not your usual playground. Ask your Matriarch to

dispatch the best security team for you. And whatever you do, don’t antagonize them," he warned sternly.

"lI understand. I'll be respectful," she promised.

"Oh, and don’t forget a gift for the old man. He has a taste for vintage wine. Bring something special... if he likes

you, you won't face any problems in the future," Dominic added, then hung up.

Just as she placed the phone down, her shadow guard, Isadora Blanc, materialized in the room as silently as a

breeze.

"Ma'am, Ophelia is currently in London, following up on the trail you assigned her. She’s encountered something

and would like to speak with you. Is this a good time?" Isadora asked respectfully.

"Yes, you can call her now," Eleanor replied.

Isadora handed over her phone. "She's on the line."

"Hello?" Eleanor said into the receiver.

"Ma'am," Ophelia’s voice came

through, calm yet alert. "Last night |

went to search for clues about Kelly

Wilson's background. | found two old

photos in her PersopalEnetE dok

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pictured of them and sent them to

the US IT team. They confirmed that

the photos are authentic and that

Kelly is indeed in both of them. One is

a group photo of several girls with a

priest, taken at St. Margaret's School

in Bushey, Hertfordshire. The other is

a mixed group photo with boys and

girls from the London School of

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Eleanor’s brows lifted slightly, "I guessed she has a past to hide."

Ophelia said, "They also identified the

priest in the photo as the Right

Reverend Hannah Cranfield. This

morning, | went to Yeesheoterd!

i rched thely Gath ase. Rev.

Cranfield did, in fact, serve as a

director at St. Margaret's School. She

later becthe Bishop of

Portsmouth and a powerful figure in

the Church of England. | believe

Kelly's church connection is through

Hannah Cranfield." The content is on

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chapter there!

Ophelia continued, "The IT team from

the US confirmed the photos’

authenticity. Honor Tyoadithhe

apypnehafied ke ly Wilson in the

school’s database during Cranfield's

tenure. | believe she changed her

nin her Ghanaian Passport.” The

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the latest chapter there!

"That's very possible," Eleanor agreed.

"I'll need to contact sformer staff from that school to dig deeper. | plan to buy information, but I'm short on

funds... and we didn’t receive any instruction on expenses, so | held off," Ophelia admitted.

Eleanor chuckled softly. "I overlooked that. I'm used to Teresa managing all operational logistics. No worries... I'll

send funds."

She reached into her handbag again and pulled out a bank card.

"Isadora, here." She handed the card to her. "There's one million US Dollars on this card. Give it to Sebastian and

treat it as the common fund. Make sure everyone knows they can reachdirectly if needed."

"Yes, Ma'am," Isadora said, then bowed slightly and vanished as swiftly as she came.