Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

After the initial shock faded, it was William who first managed to regain his composure and think rationally.

He looked toward James and asked gravely, "James, what about the killing order we paid for previously? What happened to it?"

James nodded, his face tense. "They sent two teams of assassins, but both either died or lost contact. The organization kept our payment as compensation, stating that we provided insufficient or inaccurate information. They deemed the mission far riskier than initially estimated. If we want to continue, we’ll need to pay a higher fee for a more elite team."

William’s face turned grim. "Perhaps we should reconsider. If this powerful force backing Eleanor ever discovers our involvement through the assassins, we could be in real danger."

James, however, waved the concern away. "Don’t worry. That organization is well-known for protecting its clients’ identities. The assassins only know the job details... not the employer. They follow a strict protocol."

"How much would it cost for a higher-level team?" William asked, his expression unreadable.

"We paid £100,000 for the lowest-tier service," James explained. "The next tier is £500,000, and above that is £1 million. They even have higher-level operations beyond that, but I think we should choose between those two options."

William didn’t hesitate. "Let’s go with the £1 million option. If she regains her memory, it could be catastrophic. Why live in constant fear? Better to eliminate the threat once and for all."

"I agree," Jeanne added coldly, folding her arms.