<h4>Chapter 66: Dominic nc</h4>


    After ending the call with Fiona, Eleanor leaned back in her chair, letting her thoughts wander toward the journeys thaty ahead. Both Nigeria and India awaited her attention... two vastly different regions, yet equally crucial for her expanding empire.


    "This might actually work in my favor," she mused silently, tapping a finger on the table. "As the future leader of the Raynor n, it’s essential that I start mingling with other ns and supernatural forces early on. Business cooperation is a perfect avenue to forge strong, mutually beneficial rtionships."


    Without wasting time, she picked up her phone and dialed Dominic nc.


    "Hello, Grandpa. How’s your health today?" she asked warmly.


    "Eleanor! I’m doing fine, thank you. What can I help you with?" Dominic replied in his usualposed voice.


    "Oh! You sound busy, so I won’t waste your time. I need a favor," she said, then added, "Grandma told me you have some connections with the Bultungin n. I need to meet their n Head as soon as possible. Could you help arrange that?"


    "Werehyenas?" he eximed in mild surprise. "Why do you want to meet them?"


    "I’m about to establish a private economic zone in Nigeria. Grandma suggested I seek their protection for supernatural security. Plus, it’s an opportunity to build diplomatic ties early. It’ll be useful in the long run," Eleanor exined.


    "Well, if your n head has already endorsed this, I won’t question it," he said after a pause. "Give me five minutes. I’ll make a call and get back to you."


    He ended the call without another word. Eleanor hadn’t even lowered her phone before it buzzed again, this time with a notification from the dar website that had once posted a kill order for her.


    She narrowed her eyes. That incident still hadn’t been resolved.


    "I was nning to visit Russia to deal with this in person," she muttered, opening her handbag to retrieve her Bittium mobile, "but the pile of work in the office never gave me the time."


    She powered on the secure device and quickly navigated throughyers of encryption until a secure shell loaded the dar interface. Using admin-level ess provided by hacker ZeroWarden, she entered the system.


    The page loaded her previous kill order. It had been updated.


    A new group had epted the contract. There was also a note... "Previous team failed and disappeared."


    Eleanor tracked the new group’s digital footprint. Though they used a US-based proxywork, the original IP address traced back to Haarlem, Nethends. That alone was enough for her to deduce their n.


    "They’ll likely cross the North Sea by speedboat. Airports are off-limits for this type of operation," she calcted silently. "Depending on the weather and where theynd, it’ll take five to seven hours to cross, then four to five more by road to reach Manchester. Even with local support, they won’t be here in less than thirteen hours."


    She leaned back again, sighing. "That means I’m safe for today... and maybe even tomorrow. I should expect them by tomorrow night at the earliest."


    Her thoughts were interrupted by another call from Dominic nc again.


    "Eleanor," his calm voice spoke, "I managed to get through to one of the Bultungin n’s main members. Fortunately, he was near their n Head. They’ve agreed to meet you in five days. You’ll be picked up directly from Maiduguri International Airport. I’ll send you their contact number... just let them know your flight details."


    "Thank you so much, Grandpa," Eleanor said gratefully.


    "No need to thank me. But remember... be careful there. This is not your usual yground. Ask your Matriarch to dispatch the best security team for you. And whatever you do, don’t antagonize them," he warned sternly.


    "I understand. I’ll be respectful," she promised.


    "Oh, and don’t forget a gift for the old man. He has a taste for vintage wine. Bring something special... if he likes you, you won’t face any problems in the future," Dominic added, then hung up.


    Just as she ced the phone down, her shadow guard, Isadora nc, materialized in the room as silently as a breeze.


    "Ma’am, Ophelia is currently in London, following up on the trail you assigned her. She’s encountered something and would like to speak with you. Is this a good time?" Isadora asked respectfully.


    "Yes, you can call her now," Eleanor replied.


    Isadora handed over her phone. "She’s on the line."


    "Hello?" Eleanor said into the receiver.


    "Ma’am," Ophelia’s voice came through, calm yet alert. "Last night I went to search for clues about Kelly Wilson’s background. I found two old photos in her personal shelf. I took pictures of them and sent them to the US IT team. They confirmed that the photos are authentic and that Kelly is indeed in both of them. One is a group photo of several girls with a priest, taken at St. Margaret’s School in Bushey, Hertfordshire. The other is a mixed group photo with boys and girls from the London School of Economics."


    Eleanor’s brows lifted slightly, "I guessed she has a past to hide."


    Ophelia said, "They also identified the priest in the photo as the Right Reverend Hannah Cranfield. This morning, I went to the school and searched their database. Rev. Cranfield did, in fact, serve as a director at St. Margaret’s School. Sheter became the Bishop of Portsmouth and a powerful figure in the Church of Ennd. I believe Kelly’s church connection is through Hannah Cranfield."


    Ophelia continued, "The IT team from the US confirmed the photos’ authenticity. However, I couldn’t find anyone named Kelly Wilson in the school’s database during Cranfield’s tenure. I believe she changed her name in her Ghanaian Passport."


    "That’s very possible," Eleanor agreed.


    "I’ll need to contact some former staff from that school to dig deeper. I n to buy information, but I’m short on funds... and we didn’t receive any instruction on expenses, so I held off," Ophelia admitted.


    Eleanor chuckled softly. "I overlooked that. I’m used to Teresa managing all operational logistics. No worries... I’ll send funds."


    She reached into her handbag again and pulled out a bank card.


    "Isadora, here." She handed the card to her. "There’s one million US Dors on this card. Give it to Sebastian and treat it as themon fund. Make sure everyone knows they can reach me directly if needed."


    "Yes, Ma’am," Isadora said, then bowed slightly and vanished as swiftly as she came.