Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 95: A Taste of Pan-Asian Cuisine in Moscow

Eleanor’s shadow guards leapt into action the moment she gave the order. They began a quiet sweep of the

hotel, checking every room, staff member, and registered guest. Within an hour, they compiled a comprehensive

list of individuals carrying firearms or other weapons, catalogued by room number and identity. Once the sweep

was complete, they handed the findings over to Eleanor, then retreated to a safe location more than half a mile

away from the hotel. From there, they hired a taxi and returned to check into the hotel again... this tas

Cassandra’s traveling companions.

Meanwhile, inside her suite, Eleanor worked tirelessly. She cross-checked the names from the guest list with

national databases and dug into their personal and professional histories.

To her surprise, only one of them, Yury Solovyov... was carrying a licensed weapon: an MP-80-13T pistol. Yury was

a veteran investigative journalist working for Novaya Gazeta, one of the few remaining independent news outlets

in the country.

The rest were carrying illegal firearms.

Major (Retired) Artem Kuznetsov was found with a Glock 19. A former military man, he now operated as a private

security consultant. Along with him, four others carried the stype of firearm. They were all ex-military,

stationed around the suite of a man named Vladimir Egorov... a wealthy oil shipping tycoon. Vladimir himself had

a Makarov PM in his possession. Eleanor concluded that the group likely formed his private security detail.

Elsewhere in the hotel, Pavel Antonov, a gemstone dealer, was found to be carrying a Walther PPK. Another man,

Sergei Lebedev, listed as an antique dealer, had a Tokarev TT-33 tucked away in his room.

But the most interesting of them all was Anatoly Ignatov, a Regional Coordinator of the ruling United Russia

Party. He was staying alone and kept a Stechkin APS under his pillow.

Aside from these, the remaining guests were normal humans... no supernatural presence, no weapons. Satisfied,

Eleanor leaned back, switched off her tablet, and slipped it into her bag.

A faint presence behind the door caught her attention. Without turning, she said, "Cin."

Sebastian entered, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Ma'am, what are our orders for today?"

Eleanor glanced at the clock and shook her head. "Nothing for now. Rest first. | have a factory visit scheduled for

tomorrow, so | won't leave the hotel until then. But you have a mission tonight."

Sebastian straightened, attentive.

"I'll give you a geolocation. You'll need to investigate the area. I'm looking for a server facility. If you don’t find

anything at the exact address, check the surrounding buildings. My guess is the server may be underground, so

choose your team accordingly."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod.

"Oh, and send Cassandra in on your way out."

A few minutes later, Cassandra knocked on the door and entered.

"Boss, you called me?"

"Yes. Did you receive my complete schedule from Teresa?"

"Not the complete version," Cassandra replied. "She sent over two confirmed appointments... one tomorrow

morning at ten, and the second in the afternoon at three."

"| was told you'd finalize the rest of the appointments and set up the return schedule. Our plane must be ready

to depart anytthe morning after tomorrow."

"Understood."

"I want you to contact both companies and confirm our arrival times. I'll be bringing two guards with me. Ask the

hotel to provide a rented SUV by tomorrow morning. No driver needed... Raphael will handle that. And inform the

staff not to prepare the dining area fortonight. I'll have dinner in my room."

"Got it," Cassandra said, jotting notes on her phone.

Eleanor nodded, then dismissed her with a wave. Once the door closed behind her, Eleanor changed into a more

comfortable outfit and sank into the luxurious bed. She dialled Selene’s number, intending to speak to Freya...

but it was Ethan who answered.

Surprised, they chatted for a few minutes. He updated her on his preparations for the upcoming duel, while she

shared a bit about her current living situation. When Freya finally got on the line, Eleanor’s face softened. They

spoke until a knock cat the door.

Eleanor walked over and opened it to find Cassandra standing with a hotel staff member.

"Boss," Cassandra said, "the menu options were quite broad, so | brought him here."

"Alright." Eleanor took the menu and studied it with a raised brow.

To her delight, the hotel offered an extensive selection of Pan-Asian cuisine. After a few moments, she pointed at

the items she wanted.

"I'll have spicy coconut milk soup with shrimp wontons, half a Peking duck with pancakes, cucumber, and hoisin

sauce... and tiramisu with green matcha for dessert."

The staff member entered the selections into his tablet silently.

She continued, "For tomorrow morning, croissant with Tom Yam shrimp and fried eggs, seasonal fruit platter, and

tea."

Once that was noted down, she added, "And send a bottle of Beluga Gold Line Vodka to my room now, along with

a Sichuan chicken platter."

The staff bowed slightly, understanding the unspoken dismissal.

Turning to Cassandra, Eleanor said, "Everyone can order what they like, but limit the alcohol. Tell the team to eat

early and rest... we have a packed schedule tomorrow."

"Understood, Boss."

As Cassandra departed, Eleanor moved to the table and opened her laptop. There were several reports and

applications waiting for her approval. She sipped water and began to work, determined to clear her desk before

the vodka arrived.

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The door creaked open, and a pale-skinned man entered. Without hesitation, he fell to one knee in a display of

reverence... a ritual as old as the blood that ran in his veins.

"Speak," the reclining figure said without moving his eyes from his phone.

"My Lord," cthe calm voice of kneeling Dimitry Petrov, eyes lowered, "Eleanor Elizabeth Raynor has arrived

in Moscow. She passed immigration under her real na few hours ago."