Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 98: Six Uninvited Visitors

The day passed without incident. Eleanor began her morning by visiting Rossiyskiye Kosmicheskiye Sistemy of

the Angstrem Group. The facility specialized in manufacturing radiation-hardened microcontrollers... resilient

against cosmic rays and ideal for control modules in orbit. Their analog-to-digital converters (ADCs) and digital

signal processors (DSPs) were essential for telemetry data processing and communication subsystems.

These components would soon find their place in the satellite systems of NyxOrbital Technologies, Eleanor’s U.S.

based aerospace company for designing, manufacturing, and launching advanced rockets and spacecraft.

In the afternoon, she visited Crocus Nano Electronics, a firm producing cutting-edge MRAM (Magnetoresistive

Random-Access Memory). MRAM was non-volatile, radiation-resistant, and capable of operating under extreme

conditions... a perfect choice for satellite applications. It served multiple purposes: onboard data logging and

storage, boot memory in critical subsystems, navigation cache, and camera data buffering.

For Eleanor, MRAM also held significant value for Heimdall’s security network, the Al-driven surveillance and

threat-response system she was planning to deploy. These memory chips would ensure uninterrupted frame

capture from high-resolution surveillance cameras, even during unexpected power outages or signal

disturbances.

Though these components were already secured from the U.S. market and weren't urgently needed, Eleanor

ensured long-term supply chains by signing preliminary agreements. The technical discussions and integrations

would be handled by professionals from both companies in the coming weeks.

By evening, Eleanor and her team returned to their hotel to rest. Everyone understood that the true mission was

yet to begin.

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At exactly midnight local time, the team prepared to move. Raphael sat behind the wheel of a rented black SUV,

dressed in a black overcoat appropriate for the biting cold of Zelenograd. Eleanor sat beside him in the

passenger seat, equally wrapped in elegant but functional attire.

Behind them, hidden in the shadows of the back seat and rear compartment, were Sebastian, Isadora, Alaric,

and Elias... all fully equipped. Cassandra remained at the hotel as their last line of communication.

To any observer... like the hotel's night staff... it appeared as though two tourists were heading out for a midnight

drive. Perhaps to enjoy a late casino run or visit one of the city’s exclusive nightclubs. They had no reason to be

suspicious. The car's tracking system will inform them where they went in case of any accident.

What they didn’t know, however, was that their car's GPS feed had been hacked, their CCTV camera feed was

intercepted, and the guests they were seeing off were on their way to confront one of the most dangerous

organizations in Russia.

Imperial Haven was not just a name... it was a warning. In the underworld of Eastern Europe, even whispering

against it could get you killed in an accident. It was a fortress for gangsters, a haven for assassins, and a neutral

ground for transactions the law could never touch.

After about thirty minutes, the car cto a halt on a clearing beside the road, approximately two hundred feet

away from the main compound of Imperial Haven. The air was thick with fog and frost. Raphael stopped the

engine. One by one, the others silently disembarked.

Raphael removed his coat and donned a mask that seamlessly blended with his black battle suit. The rest were

already dressed in identical gear... black suits with reinforced plating, complete facial masks, and only one

feature exposed was their eyes.

Those unmistakable grey eyes were a mark of the Blanc clan... sharp, intelligent, and always watching. Whether

or not a member had awakened their shadow power, the eyes were a symbol of their lineage and their strength.

Eleanor stood tall among them, her presence striking in contrast. Although not in full battle gear, her purple

business suit beneath the overcoat screamed authority. With a single nod, the team began walking toward

Imperial Haven.

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That night seemed no different than usual inside the towering facility. Laughter and conversation echoed in the

restaurant on the ground floor, filled with gang members relaxing after a day of dubious business. Sdrank

themselves into stupors; others exchanged stories and gossip. Upstairs, several private rooms were occupied

with poker games and quiet negotiations.

Many were already asleep in their rooms on the upper levels.

At the front desk, two beautiful girls sat chatting with each other. A security monitor on the desk in front of them

displayed a group of six people walking toward the building at a relaxed pace, captured from several angles by

different cameras. However, the girls paid no attention to the screen—after all, no one dared to cause trouble on

their turf. Or so they believed.

Their gossip was abruptly interrupted when the door slid open and an extraordinarily beautiful woman entered

with effortless elegance. She stood nearly six feet tall, with striking silver hair and a long black overcoat. The

moment their eyes met her emerald green gaze, the receptionists felt momentarily lost. Every movement she

made... no matter how subtle... was so captivating that both girl forgot what they were supposed to do. It was as

if they had been placed under a spell.

The woman walked to the center of the front hall, removed her black coat, and revealed a sleek, purple business

suit that instantly elevated her striking beauty. She handed the coat to another woman dressed entirely in

black... distinguished only by a single black ponytail trailing down her back, who took it without a word.

The receptionists were so mesmerized by the most stunning woman they had ever seen, they failed to notice her

companions. All of them were clad in black battle suits, their bodies fully covered except for their eyes. Unlike

the elegant woman, these figures exuded danger. Alarms rang in the receptionists’ minds at once... these people

meant business, and possibly trouble.

Finally, one of the black-clad figures stepped forward and stopped in front of the desk.

His voice was muffled yet firm through the mask. "My Madam wishes to speak with your boss... Major General

Tatiana Lebedeva. Inform her. Please."

Both women blinked. For a moment, they didn’t react. Then, after a quick glance at each other, one nervously

reached for the inteand dialled the highest-ranking officer she could contact.

It rang twice before a groggy male voice answered, "What is it?"

"Sir," she stammered, "there are five masked men and a woman. They're asking to see the boss."

"What?" the man snapped, annoyed. "Then call the manager."

"No, sir. Not our manager. Pakhan! The big boss! They asked for her by name."

The man on the other end of the line sat bolt upright. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, voice trembling slightly.

"I'm coming." He hung up immediately.

The security officer jumped out of bed and rushed to the table, hastily flipping open his laptop. He muttered

under his breath, urging the machine to boot faster... as if sheer desperation could speed up its loading time.

Finally, the screen lit up. He clicked a shortcut on the desktop, and a grid of live camera feeds filled the display.

His eyes scanned the interface until he selected the feed showing the reception desk.

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Without another second of hesitation, he dashed out of his room, ran to the end of the hallway, and opened a

glass panel on the wall. Behind it was a red emergency button.

He pressed it.

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