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Helena's personality was extreme, with a typical tendency toward self-harm and self-destruction.
In order to achieve her goals, she was willing to sacrifice everything… her safety, her dignity, even her life.
No wonder she had become so ruthless. If she didn't even care about herself, how could she possibly care about others?
This kind of character brought many surprises to Allen.
Over the next few days, whether in the bedroom or the living room, Helena tried something new every single day to keep Allen interested and to sell the people around her a certain message.
She even cleared everyone out of the villa just to let Allen race full-speed across the lawn in the courtyard like it was a private track made just for him.
Whenever Allen went out anywhere, Helena would insist on going with him.
She forced the driver and bodyguards out of the car, then stayed with Allen… that way, they ended up 'shaking the car' on more than one occasion, until they were ready to drive again.
Allen felt he had to start drinking nutrition shakes just to keep up.
Otherwise, his actual girlfriend Felicity, might start to feel neglected or suspicious.
It had to be said, Helena's shameless and outrageous behavior had a surprisingly effective impact.
In just a few days, Frank and his people's impression of Helena had shifted, from his proud daughter to Allen's girlfriend.
She insisted that she was his girlfriend.
And everyone understood exactly what that meant.
Although Frank never appeared in person, he kept a close eye on the situation.
Some of his men in the organization were quite unhappy.
After all, this was a matter of pride.
If people in other gangs found out that their leader's daughter behaved like this, how could they take that?
Would they still have the guts to follow a boss who offered up his own daughter so easily?
Frank decided it was time to talk to Allen directly.
Returning home, Frank entered the villa and asked one of the bodyguards with a sigh.
"Is Helena home?"
"She's upstairs. That... that guy is also there. He just went up," the bodyguard replied nervously. But he still had to report in full detail.
"Leave us." Frank frowned and waved the bodyguard away.
He hesitated for a moment but didn't go upstairs.
Upstairs, inside the room.
Helena waited a while and, not seeing her father come up, shook her head.
"Looks like the timing is right. He came home but didn't come upstairs. He's probably planning to ask you for help this time."
"Then let's go down and take a look." Allen wasn't against the idea.
"Wait, let me change." Helena stopped Allen and walked to the closet.
Not long after, she appeared in front of him wearing high heels, a black camisole, and skin-tight leather pants. "How do I look?"
"Great." Allen gave her an approving nod.
"And this." Helena turned around and pulled out a leather collar.
'What's she up to this time?'
After buckling it around her neck, she attached a long leash and handed it to Allen.
"You're really going all out?" Allen chuckled as he tugged the leash.
She walked out shamelessly, completely unbothered, strutting like she was on a runway.
Helena pointed to the ornament on the collar.
"I had this custom-made before. I originally planned to put it on the dog Dad always brought around to collect evidence with audio and video recordings, but it died accidentally some time ago."
She shook her head. Everything she did was against her father.
"Poor dog," Allen knew there must be a story to that.
"Now that I'm wearing it, I can collect evidence without arousing suspicion." She continued.
"If people get suspicious, it'll just embarrass them more. I'm actually looking forward to them seeing you lead me onto the stage."
She chuckled.
"I'm starting to admire you a bit."
Allen hadn't expected the collar to serve such a clever function.
She really was destined to be the future Huntress.
Resourceful, ruthless, and patient.
Helena would go to any length to bring down her prey.
That kind of calm, fearless attitude was exactly the kind Allen admired.
After all, he was the same.
Step. Step.
Footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Frank turned and saw Allen leading Helena down.
But... he wasn't holding her hand; he was holding a leash!
The moment Frank saw his daughter being led by Allen in such an outfit, his first reaction wasn't anger, it was relief.
Thankfully, he had ordered everyone to leave earlier!
"Your daughter is really great," Allen said to Frank, sounding completely serious.
Frank forced an awkward smile at Allen but was fuming inside.
'What happened to your pride, Helena? Why are you so subservient to him? It's completely useless to go against me like this!'
"Have you made your decision?" Allen asked calmly.
Frank replied instantly.
"Anthony Venza. He's the leader of the drug trafficking group fighting with us and another group for control of Starling City's drug market. I was planning to meet with him tonight to discuss cooperation."
"Not tonight… it's right now," Allen said casually.
"Now? But I haven't made arrangements yet," Frank said in surprise.
"Then start arranging. I don't want to waste time," Allen said lazily, already leading Helena out of the villa before Frank could respond.
Under the afternoon sun, with a breeze in the air, the bodyguards outside the villa stood frozen in place.
They were stunned as they watched Allen Walk across the lawn to the garage with Helena, like he was walking a dog.
'Oh my god!'
'This... this is insane...'
"What are you staring at? Tell the others to prepare to head to Anthony Venza's place!" Frank's roar echoed from inside the villa.
The bodyguards snapped out of it and scattered in all directions, rushing to get ready.
Their faces were pale. It seemed they were about to go to war.