Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 94: Welcto Russia

More than a week had passed in the blink of an eye. Eleanor’s life had returned to a peaceful rhythm. There was

no disturbance in her businesses, and everything seemed calm on the surface. Freya was now fully adjusted to

school life and had even made several friends among her classmates. The once-lonely child had begun to

blossom, and Eleanor’s heart felt light seeing her thrive.

That day was a public holiday, and Eleanor brought Freya to the Raynor Estate, planning to leave her there for a

few days. Freya was more than happy to stay with her Grandma and Grandpa, especially with Fiona around to

play with. Although Eleanor initially intended to request leave for Freya from school, Ethan volunteered to handle

the school duties from the estate.

While Freya and Selene played outside in the garden, Fiona finally voiced the question that had been on her

mind all morning.

"Why are you going to Russia?" she asked, her tone calm but laced with concern.

Eleanor, seated at the table with a cup of herbal tea in hand, replied, "On the surface, it's a business trip. I'm

supposed to be negotiating with two companies based in Zelenograd. But in truth, I'll be investigating the recent

assassination attempts."

Fiona frowned. "Attempts? When did the second attack happen?"

"A few days ago," Eleanor said casually, as if it were no more than a passing inconvenience. "The assassins were

neutralized by the shadow guards before they even realized what was happening. That's why you didn’t hear

about it."

Fiona’s concern deepened. "Are you sure these attackers cfrom Russia?"

"No, not directly. They were from different countries," Eleanor explained. "But the platform that organized these

assassins... the main server... is located in Russia. The assassins themselves are just pawns. They come, we kill

them, and the cycle repeats. It's annoying, but manageable. If | can eliminate the organization that’s

orchestrating all this, then the problem can be solved at its root."

"Russia is not an easy place to operate," Fiona warned, a note of caution in her voice. "Where exactly are you

headed this time?"

"I'll be based in Zelenograd. The factories I'm scheduled to visit are located there. But my real target is a place

called Durykino. It’s less than three hours on foot from Zelenograd, or under half an hour by car."

Fiona leaned forward, her voice dropping slightly. "Zelenograd may seem peaceful on the surface... it's mostly

urbanized and dominated by humans, but don’t be fooled. Russia is hto many supernatural factions,

especially vampires. Several ancient vampire noble families reside in the Greater Caucasus region. Do not, under

any circumstances, engage with them unless absolutely necessary. Vampires still harbour deep resentment

toward werewolves... not just because of the historical wars, but because of our ability to walk under the sun. It's

something they envy."

Eleanor nodded solemnly. "Understood."

Fiona continued, "If you do encounter any vampires, your first question should be to ask their family name. Then

callimmediately. I'll try to contact their higher-ups. Vampires are very political. There’s a lot of internal

conflict within their kind. Every step must be taken cautiously."

"Okay, Grandma," Eleanor said, her voice soft. "I'll remember."

After discussing a few matters related to current affairs and business transitions, Eleanor bid farewell to Fiona,

Adrian, Selene, and Freya. Her car drove directly to the airport, where her private jet was waiting. Her shadow

guards and her temporary secretary, Cassandra Blanc, had already boarded.

After nearly four hours of smooth flight, Eleanor’s Gulfstream G650 descended gracefully through a blanket of

overcast skies and landed on the glass-smooth runway of Sheremetyevo International Airport, Moscow's

sprawling gateway to the world.

She descended the jet’s metallic staircase, her boots clicking softly on the last step, as the late afternoon light

cast a warm, honeyed glow across the sleek tarmac. The air was different... crisper, colder, and tinged with the

scent of fuel and distant snow. It was the kind of cold that kissed your skin and reminded you where you were.

This was Russia.

The runway stretched behind her like a grey ribbon of ambition, framed by silent radar towers and vast hangars

that loomed like steel titans against the horizon.

Sheremetyevo had a surreal stillness to it... a strange limbo where sky met earth, where silence hummed louder

than words. Inside the terminal, Eleanor glimpsed the interior through a crystalline glass wall: chandeliers

swaying gently from the high ceiling, polished marble floors gleaming like mirrors, and a sea of travellers moving

like clockwork.

She paused for a brief moment to absorb the setting. There was elegance here... cold and calculated, but

undeniably beautiful. The kind of beauty born from order and efficiency. The terminal felt less like a building and

more like a monument to global transit, where cultures collided briefly before flying apart again.

Luxury boutiques lined the halls like gemstones inset in steel. The scent of roasted coffee mingled with winter

perfume. Outside, light snowflakes fell lazily, dusting the edges of the runway like powdered sugar. Aircraft,

hulking beasts of metal, stood waiting... ready to rise once more into the clouds.

At the arrivals gate, a tall man dressed in a tailored charcoal-grey suit stood with perfect posture, holding a

placard with the n"Miss Cassandra Blanc" written in elegant serif lettering. The discreet crest of Benedict

Hotel & SPA was embroidered on his breast pocket.

As soon as Cassandra emerged from the terminal, the hotel representative stepped forward with a courteous

bow and a polished smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss Blanc," he said in lightly accented but fluent English. "Welcto Russia. It is our honour

to receive you. | trust your flight was pleasant."

With smooth efficiency, he offered to carry her small bag and gestured toward a waiting vehicle... a sleek black

Mercedes S-Class with dark-tinted windows and a scent of new leather.

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be found within Zelenograd area. The

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It took them nearly twenty minutes to

reach the hotel. As Eleanor stepped

out of the car, the soft vening, light

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the building. Tall, arched windows

reflected the golden hue of

streetlamps. The cream-toned

facade gave the structure a noble

presence against the gathering dusk.

The hotel's Luxe Suites featured king-sized beds, a private living area, and tasteful furnishings. Eleanor chose

the suite at the center of the top floor and assigned the room beside hers to Cassandra.

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security system. As expected, it was

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After confirming that no third party could access the hotel's camera footage, she sent a message to her shadow

guards, instructing them to begin a sweep of the premises.

She needed to know exactly who was staying in the hotel.

Russia was a complicated chessboard, and Eleanor had no intention of making a move without knowing where

the other pieces stood.