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 came from 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 I 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 home to 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 call me immediately. 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.


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