Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Beyond Glamorous

Previously, when Eleanor had mentioned visiting the Werehyenas, no shadow guards were present. That’s why her sudden announcement now hit them like a bombshell. For a moment, none of them spoke... a rare silence that underscored their shock.

Sebastian was the first to recover. He straightened his posture and said with a frown, "Ma’am, the Werehyenas are vicious. Meeting them in person is a risky move. Can’t you avoid it somehow?"

Eleanor shook her head calmly. "No. Sooner or later, I’ll have to meet other supernatural clans in person. This time, Grandpa Dominic arranged the meeting himself. I don’t expect any problems to arise, especially since Grandma already knows. I’ve sent her my flight schedule... she’ll be prepared for anything."

Sebastian sighed in relief. "That’s good to know. Still, I’d recommend we all accompany you. Young Miss already has three shadow guards with her. Plus, she’ll be under her father’s watchful eye. There shouldn’t be any issue in our absence... especially since it’s only for a day."

Eleanor paused, considering his words. After a moment, she nodded. "Alright. All of you will come with me. But Ophelia will stay back to assist Juliette Blanc with some critical work. We’ll leave tomorrow at 9:00 AM. A helicopter will take us to the airport, and the flight is scheduled to depart at 9:30."

"I’ll take care of the arrangements," Sebastian said, already pulling out his phone. "Should I coordinate with Miss Teresa or Miss Maya?"

"Teresa," Eleanor replied. "She’s handling all the travel logistics. But be careful... she doesn’t know about the supernatural world. She just thinks I have some elite bodyguards keeping an eye on me from a distance."

"I understand," he assured her. Then he added, "We also planned our assignments for today. The female guards will accompany you personally, and the male guards will head to the banquet venue in advance to ensure everything is secure before your arrival. Is that acceptable to you?"

Eleanor nodded without hesitation. "Yes, do as you see fit. I trust your judgment."

With the discussion concluded, Eleanor left her study and went to her room to rest for a while. The evening ahead promised to be long and demanding, and she wanted to be in top form.

At exactly 4:30 PM, Eleanor got dressed and headed to "Beyond Glamorous", the luxurious styling studio owned by her old school friend, Livia Grayson. The shop was located on Rochdale Road and had become one of the top styling destinations for Manchester’s elite.

As she entered, the scent of high-end products and the soft hum of beauty tools filled the air. The decor was elegant, with crystal chandeliers and plush velvet seating. The moment she stepped in, a familiar voice rang out.

"Eleanor!"

Livia dashed across the room, ignoring the startled stares of her other high-profile clients. She threw her arms around Eleanor in an enthusiastic hug, squealing like a teenager who had just reunited with her best friend after school holiday.

Eleanor felt a warm wave of nostalgia. Livia hadn’t changed a bit.

All the women in the waiting area looked on in shock and confusion. Their usually composed and sophisticated stylist was suddenly acting like an uncultured schoolgirl. But Eleanor didn’t mind. In fact, it comforted her.

She returned the hug and smiled, "Livia, it’s been too long."

Livia pulled back, still holding Eleanor’s hands. "I couldn’t believe it when Teresa told me you were coming today! Come, I’ve been waiting for you!"

She dragged Eleanor... almost forcibly... into a private VIP styling room and gestured for her to sit. "Let me get a good look at you," she said with a dramatic flair, placing her hands on her hips.

"You’ve become even more beautiful, Eleanor. Honestly, I was so worried about you back then."

Her voice dropped slightly as she continued, "You know my family’s situation after school. I started working in Liverpool as soon as I graduated. We lost touch, and then you changed your number. When I heard about your accident... it was all over the news. I went to your house to see you, but your guards said you weren’t there. Then the rumors started... about you being missing. I feared the worst..."

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