Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 84: The Black Revenger

Eleanor finally understood what the head of the Bultungin Clan meant in his philosophical monologue about

"time." His words weren't just wisdom... he had urged her to seize the opportunity before her, to act decisively

before it slipped away. Otherwise, she might live to regret her inaction in old age.

Understanding his true message, Eleanor chuckled inwardly. "What an interesting old man. All those poetic

lines... just to getto accept his deal."

Ooduwa seemed pleased with the agreement they had reached. "You've ca long way," he said, his voice

warm. "I've prepared slight refreshments in the garden. Let’s continue our conversation there."

"Of course," Eleanor replied politely, following him through the palace.

As they walked, Ooduwa pointed out various works of art that lined the corridor... his personal collection of

priceless paintings. Eleanor suddenly remembered the gift she had brought for him.

She raised her voice slightly, "Bring the gift | prepared to the garden."

Ooduwa didn’t question whom she had addressed. His intuition, honed by years of leadership, told him exactly

what she meant.

The palace garden was a breathtaking sight. An intricately designed landscape filled with blossoming flowers and

exotic greenery greeted her. A light breeze rustled the leaves, adding a calming melody to the ambiance.

Eleanor took a deep breath, instantly soothed by the peaceful surroundings.

Ooduwa led her to a small round table shaded beneath a flowering tree. A silver tray bore a beautiful array of

freshly cut tropical fruits and delicate pastries, along with bottles of fresh beverages.

"Please," Ooduwa gestured toward the food, "help yourself."

Just then, Sebastian walked to them and handed Eleanor a rectangular, ornately carved box. Without a word, he

bowed and retreated again.

Eleanor offered the box with both hands. "This is for you."

Ooduwa opened the lid, and for the first time, a smile spread across his face. "A 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-

Conti," he read aloud, his voice tinged with genuine delight. "A very rare and thoughtful gift. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied with a nod.

Placing the bottle back inside the box, Ooduwa rested it carefully on the table and picked up a few slices of

mango. "You already know Edem. He's in charge of our Nigerian business operations. You can coordinate your

ventures through him. He's efficient and loyal."

"Thank you for the arrangement," Eleanor replied. "My representative will land in Abuja tomorrow. They will get

in touch with Mr. Edem Kachalla. | believe we can accomplish great things together."

They continued chatting casually for a few more minutes. Despite his earlier intensity, Ooduwa proved to be a

gracious host. He even offered to host Eleanor for dinner. But she declined politely, citing her tight schedule.

Before her departure, Ooduwa presented her with an extravagant gift, a custom-made gold jewellery set inlaid

with flawless diamonds.

A helicopter brought her back to the airport, and she stepped into her Gulfstream G650 once more, ready to

leave Nigeria.

As the engines roared to life and the aircraft taxied for takeoff, Eleanor settled into her private cabin and called

Freya. They chatted for over half an hour before she picked up her laptop and began clearing her backlog of

work.

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Back in the kingdom, the atmosphere was anything but calm.

The entire day had been consumed by the fallout from the mysterious attack on Luke Baxter. The police had

scoured every corner for a potential suspect among the women listed as Luke's former lovers, but they found

nothing. None of the names matched the witness's descriptions, nor did their family members.

With no leads, the investigators had to drop the theory that the assailant was a vengeful ex-girlfriend.

But this shift in direction only fed the flames online. The information had, unsurprisingly, leaked to the press. The

anonymity of the attacker and the lack of evidence gave rise to wild speculation. Social media erupted with

posts glorifying the black-clad woman as a modern-day vigilante... an avenger of wronged women, a shadowy

symbol of justice.

In just one afternoon, the mysterious figure earned a name: The Black Revenger.

Then things escalated.

Within a single hour, three separate women held press conferences in different cities. Each stood before

cameras, holding DNA reports that proved Luke Baxter was the father of their children. They demanded justice

and financial support, expressing sorrow over years of silence and abandonment.

Public sympathy swayed strongly in their favour. Netizens spread the story like wildfire, dubbing the children as

victims of Luke's recklessness.

Meanwhile, the Baxter family spiralled into chaos. Their stock prices plummeted across the board. Longstanding

business contracts were cancelled. Government agreements were quietly suspended. Investors pulled out in

droves, unwilling to risk public backlash.

To make matters worse, the patriarch of the family remained in critical condition. Tensions rose within the family

ranks. Many turned against Luke, blaming him for dragging their nthrough the mud.

Luke himself was left alone in his hospital bed, isolated even from his own family. Nurses treated his wounds

without warmth, cursing under their breath. Even they couldn’t hide their disgust.

That evening, as office workers returned home, a new surprise emerged... someone had created a four-page

superhero comic titled "The Black Revenger." Its story was simple: a black masked woman who righted wrongs

where the justice system failed. The villain was clear, a powerful man who used his status to destroy women’s

lives.

The comic went viral.

Soon, it was discovered that the creator of this mini-comic was a celebrated American artist who had won the

Eisner Award for Best Writer five times. With the comic community now involved, the story exploded

internationally.

The Baxter scandal had officially gone global.

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Back in the sky, aboard the Gulfstream G650, Eleanor worked quietly in her private cabin. Her shadow guards,

with nothing urgent to do, began checking their phones.

Alaric was the first to notice the viral comic. His eyes widened as he skimmed the panels. "Guys," he whispered,

calling the others over.

They huddled around his phone, expressions of disbelief on their faces. Ophelia, their silent assassin, had just

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They knocked on Eleanor’s door.

She glanced up from her laptop. "Cin."

They filed in and showed her the comic and the trending hashtag #BlackRevenger.

Eleanor stared for a moment, then simply nodded and returned to her work.

Slightly disappointed by her lack of reaction, they left the room.

But as the door closed behind them, a small smirk curved her lips.

She understood why they'd come... to see her reaction, to share in the surrealness of the moment. But she had

kept her composure. Her mind, however, was already racing with possibilities.

The Baxter family had surely made powerful enemies over the years, she thought. Now those enemies saw an

opening, and they were not holding back.

As for Ophelia’s unintended rise to fame, it was something even she hadn't foreseen.

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