Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby-Chapter 162: The Last Job

These days, the Whitmore family no longer carried the radiance of their past. No matter how hard they tried, their business had been shrinking steadily for years. With the downfall came difficult choices. They were forced to let go of their long-time, experienced staff, replacing them with underpaid, inexperienced workers.

Only a handful of employees now operated the vast estate... none of whom dared speak up or question anything.

From the master bedroom upstairs came the unmistakable sounds of passionate sex. William Whitmore had always been loud in bed. He delighted in hearing his lovers scream beneath him... something that gave him a sick kind of satisfaction, one that no business triumph could rival.

Ironically, the older he got, and the weaker his body became, the more he craved those cries.

To satisfy this craving uninterrupted, he had instructed the house staff never to enter the first floor unless explicitly summoned. Everyone knew what was happening upstairs, but no one dared to intervene in their employer’s "private affairs."

These days, William was thoroughly infatuated with his secretary, Lydia Barker. She knew exactly how to please both his body and ego... something Jeanne, his wife, had never managed. Recently, Lydia had developed a new obsession... she wanted to make love in his own bed. freewebnσvel.cøm

William understood the symbolism. For Lydia, it was a show of possession, a desire to claim him not just as a lover, but as hers. A woman always wants to cling to her man. And so, whenever he had the chance, he invited her to the estate.

As his secretary, Lydia’s visits raised no eyebrows. And she never asked for gifts, trips, or attention. She was content simply to be with him... in his bed. With his rapidly declining income, William found her low-maintenance needs refreshingly economical.

With a loud grunt, William collapsed onto her body, then rolled to the side, leaving Lydia’s voluptuous figure stretched across the bed. She sat up slowly, her breasts swaying slightly with the movement, her thin waist curving like it was carved by an artist.

William stared at her in awe. Her face might not have matched Jeanne’s in her prime, but the rest of her body... God, it was perfect! His desire flared again, but his aging body couldn’t keep up. All he could do was devour her with his eyes.

"William," Lydia purred, "relax. I’ll give you a massage."

His heart fluttered. He turned over, letting her straddle his back. She was completely naked. He could feel the warmth between her legs against his skin. Closing his eyes, he let himself melt beneath her touch. Before long, he was snoring loudly.

Lydia carefully slipped off him, got dressed, and walked silently to the corner bookshelf. She opened a drawer, took out a small key, and shut it again. Then, grabbing her handbag, she left the room without a sound.

She made her way to William’s study. The door was closed, but not locked... he rarely locked it, a convenience for the house staff who cleaned the room. After all, anything important was always kept in the locked cabinet.

Lydia entered confidently and headed straight for the cabinet. She used the key she’d taken and opened it. Inside, she found the file she was looking for and placed it on the desk. From her bag, she pulled out a different set of papers and replaced the contents of the file with them.

Once done, she returned the file neatly, locked the cabinet, and left the study with the grace of someone who had done this before. She returned to William’s room, returned the key to its place, then entered the bathroom.

From her bag, she retrieved an old button-style phone, powered it on, and dialled.

"Hello. Is this Jeanne Baker?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Ma’am, I’m Milli from EverBuild Solutions. I have information that concerns you. Your husband is having an affair with his secretary. Believe it or not, they’re having sex in your home... right now."

"Why are you telling me this? What do you get out of spreading such a scandal?"

"Ma’am, this has been going on for some time. The entire office knows. I just don’t like the secretary. If you fire her, that’s enough of a reward for me."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"I’m not asking for money, Ma’am. I’m just giving you the facts. What you do next is your decision."

She ended the call, powered off the phone, and placed it back in her bag.

She adjusted her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, straightened her clothes, and exited the bathroom. Then she neatly arranged her shoes, bag, and hat where she could grab them quickly.

Afterward, she returned to the bed and lay beside William, gently massaging his bare back from the side. Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately.

Everything was in place. All she had to do now... was wait.

Her thoughts drifted back to her past.

She had grown up poor. Her parents had died in a construction accident, leaving her alone to care for her baby brother... the only family she had left. With no means to survive, she was forced to work as a sex worker at a young age in a Southwark brothel.

Thankfully, the owner was kind. He gave her a flexible schedule so she could care for her brother.

But fate was cruel.

Her brother was diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy, a rare and fatal genetic disorder that gradually strips away a child’s ability to move, swallow, and eventually breathe. The only treatment was a one-time gene therapy called Zolgensma, which could replace the faulty gene.

But it came with an unimaginable cost of 2 million pounds. One of the most expensive medicines in the world.

The doctors warned her that the treatment had to be administered immediately, before irreversible damage set in. She was willing to do anything... but no matter how hard she tried, her fundraising efforts felt like a drop in the ocean.

One day, a journalist, one of her regular clients, offered to publish her story in the paper. She had all but lost hope...

Until one day, she received a call from a man. He offered to pay for the entire treatment, under one condition: She would work for him for the rest of her life.

Desperate, broken, and out of time, she agreed without hesitation.

The man had never met her in person. All instructions came through a burner phone... no name, no face, just a deep, emotionless voice that always spoke with precision. Under his direction, she brought her brother to Manchester.

He paid for everything: a private hospital, top-tier doctors, and even a small studio apartment where she could stay nearby. She expected to be used, perhaps as a mistress or a well-kept escort. But what came next was something she never imagined... a command so strange that she thought it was a joke.

He hired private tutors.

They came daily to her studio. Math, economics, business, English, etiquette... subjects she had never knew existed after dropping out at Level 8. Within six months, she had completed the equivalent of an MBA curriculum. It was brutal. She studied twelve hours a day. There were no days off.

She assumed the man had a fetish for educated women, or perhaps he was grooming her for some upper-class roleplay. She had the kind of body that turned heads, and she’d long accepted her desirability. But then he did something even stranger.

He paid for plastic surgery.

Not major work... just subtle adjustments to her face. Her jawline, the angle of her nose, her eyelids. It was refined, not extreme. But it was enough to change her appearance. She became someone slightly... different.

All the while, he never once asked to meet. Never asked to touch her. Never asked her to strip or seduce him. It puzzled her endlessly.

The answers came when she received her first assignment.

She was to apply for the position of Chairman’s Secretary at EverBuild Solutions. When she walked into the interview room, she was shocked... every skill she had learned in the past six months, every lesson and conversation, had been preparing her specifically for this role.

Naturally, she got the job. And her next order? Simple. Make William Whitmore fall for her.

That part was child’s play. William was an aging narcissist with a roving eye and a decaying marriage. The moment he laid eyes on her, he was captivated. She later discovered the real reason: her new face bore a striking resemblance to Jeanne Whitmore in her younger years.

It was all intentional. She was a walking ghost of his wife’s youth... beautiful, submissive, eager. His perfect fantasy.

With all the mysteries now unraveled, Lydia committed herself fully to the job. She seduced him, earned his trust, and slowly, day by day, began uncovering the skeletons in his closet. Every secret she unearthed, she passed on to the man on the other end of the phone.

Her mission was clear: sabotage the company from within.

Meanwhile, her brother’s gene therapy was successful. The boy was later transferred to a post-operative care home in the U.S., one of the best in the country. She frequently spoke to his caregivers. The mysterious man kept his word... every expense paid, every treatment on time.

Then came the final task.

One afternoon, while searching William’s private cabinet, she found the share transfer certificate... a document that could shift control of the company. Her instructions were precise: make a forged copy with a falsified signature, and deliver the original to the man.

This would be her last job. Once done, she would receive one million dollars, and a first-class ticket to the United States. She would never have to work again. She could finally join her brother.

Until now, that strange man had never broken a promise. Even though she had never seen his face, never heard his real name, she trusted him more than she had ever trusted anyone in her life.

Now, with the document secured in her bag, all that remained was to stage her exit... make it look like she was caught red-handed and forced to flee.

While lost in thought, a loud, enraged voice pierced the silence: "What are you doing in my bed... You slut!"

Jeanne Baker! Her timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

William jolted awake, confused and disoriented. Lydia, however, recovered in an instant. She didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her shoes, bag, and hat... meticulously placed earlier for a quick getaway... and rushed out of the room without a word.

She didn’t spare Jeanne so much as a glance.

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