Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Before Midnight

After a long and exhausting day spent on public service and political duties, Baroness Angela Dodson of Kesteven finally returned to her estate. The moment she stepped inside, she kicked off her heels with a tired sigh. The weight of responsibility had settled deep into her bones. She headed straight to the bath.

Steam curled around her curvy figure she maintained despite her age as she soaked in the scented water, letting the heat seep into her muscles. It was an alluring scene for any man to turn hard. When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a luxurious white bathrobe and with her damp hair tied loosely, she felt a measure of comfort returning to her body.

However, the peace was short-lived.

As she entered her bedroom, her breath caught in her throat.

A woman sat silently on her bedside rocking chair, entirely cloaked in black. Her face was partially hidden beneath a veil, her presence so sudden and unsettling that it sent a jolt of fear up Angela’s spine.

She hadn’t heard a door open. No alarms had been triggered. No warnings had reached her from her trained security team stationed at every entrance.

Angela instinctively glanced toward the discreet panic button beneath her bedside table, but before she could make a move, the woman spoke in a calm and measured voice.

"Lady Angela Dodson of Kesteven, Co-Chairman of the Opposition Party. Am I speaking to the right person?"

Angela’s mind raced. Whoever this woman was, she had bypassed a security system run by former military professionals. That alone told her this was no ordinary intruder.

Choosing diplomacy over confrontation, she answered cautiously, "Yes, I am Angela. May I know who you are and why you’ve broken into my private quarters?"

The woman gave a faint shrug. "Forgive the intrusion. But it was the only way to ensure your dignity remains intact."

Angela frowned. "I don’t understand. Have I wronged you somehow?"

The woman shook her head. "Not at all. In fact, I knew nothing of you before today. I am simply delivering a message on behalf of my employer."

Without another word, she held up a mobile phone and tilted it toward Angela, playing a video without hesitation.

Angela’s face drained of color.

On the screen was clear footage of her and her driver... engaged in an intimate act. The camera angle suggested a hidden device... one planted with precision. Her cheeks flushed crimson with humiliation, and she instinctively looked away.

"How... How did you get this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The woman replied coolly, "How we obtained it is irrelevant. What matters is that you now understand why I’m here."

Angela sank onto the edge of her bed, her confidence unraveling with every second.

She remained silent for several moments, hands clenched in her lap.

Finally, she looked up and whispered, "What do you want from me?"

"Very little," said the woman. "All we ask is your cooperation. Follow our instructions when the time comes, and we’ll ensure your name and legacy remain untainted."

"And if I refuse?" Angela asked, though the answer was already evident in her mind.

"You may choose between disgrace and irrelevance," the woman said. "Or worse... death or prison."

Angela took a sharp breath. "I haven’t committed any crimes by having a relationship with my driver. The worst that could happen is losing my parliamentary seat."

The woman nodded with a faint smile. "Then perhaps this will change your mind."

She reached into her jacket and pulled out a black folder, which she placed gently on the bed beside Angela.

"Please," she said, "read it carefully."

With shaky hands, Angela opened the folder. Her eyes scanned the contents. Page after page revealed sensitive financial records... undisclosed assets, anonymous offshore accounts, and internal memos showing shady financial dealings she thought were long buried. Her heart pounded in her chest.

"How... how did you get these?" she gasped.

"Your assistant is far too careless," the woman replied with mild amusement. "If you ever need help managing your illegal assets more securely, contact us. We protect what belongs to our own."

Angela closed the folder slowly and stared at it with haunted eyes. Then, reluctantly, she nodded. "I agree. I’ll do whatever you ask. Just... don’t ruin me."

The woman stood. "A wise choice. You’re valuable, Lady Dodson. As long as you remain useful, we’ll keep you protected."

She pulled a small pen drive from her pocket and handed it to Angela.

"A gift," she said. "Inside are incriminating documents against your political rival. Use them in the next election campaign. We trust you’ll know how to make the most of it."

Angela accepted the device in silence, her fingers trembling as she clutched it tightly.

***

Meanwhile, elsewhere in London...

Baron Ernest Prentice of Hampton, the Chairman of the National Convention of the Opposition Party, had just exited a reunion party with his old college friends. He was tipsy, humming to himself and walking with a nostalgic smile on his face. The alcohol warmed him, but not enough to dull his sense of direction.

He reached his parked car and slid into the backseat. The driver silently started the engine.

"Let’s go home," Ernest said casually.

The car moved forward smoothly. Ernest leaned back, content. He was in high spirits after reconnecting with old friends. The world outside passed in a blur, but something gnawed at the back of his mind.

The silence was... unnatural.

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