Chapter 45:

Your Daughter Is Incredible

DC: The Infinite Villain

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Helena's personality was extreme.

She had a clear self-destructive streak.

To achieve her goal, she could sacrifice anything, including herself. No wonder she later became so ruthless. If she did not care about herself, why would she care about anyone else?

That personality brought Damon many surprises.

Over the next few days, in the bedroom, in the living room, Helena changed things up every day and kept him interested. She even sent everyone out of the villa so Damon could let loose on the grass in the courtyard.

When Damon went with Felicity to look at the houses she had picked, Helena came along too. She would order the driver and bodyguards out of the car to stand aside by the road, then let them come back and continue driving after the car stopped shaking.

Damon began to wonder if he should drink protein shakes to recover.

Otherwise, his girlfriend Felicity might start complaining.

He had to admit Helena's shameless, absurd behavior worked very well.

In only a few days, the people around Frank had changed their impression of Helena from young mistress to Damon's girlfriend.

Of course, everyone understood what "girlfriend" meant in practice.

Frank had not appeared, but he knew every message clearly. Some people under him were already complaining, and their dissatisfaction was growing.

After all, this concerned face.

If the other gangs learned their boss's daughter was acting like this, how were they supposed to show themselves outside?

If a boss could sacrifice his own daughter, did they still dare follow him?

Frank decided to talk with Damon.

He drove home, entered the villa, and asked a bodyguard, "Is Helena home?"

"Upstairs. That... person is here too. He just went up."

"All of you, go outside."

Frank frowned and waved the bodyguards away.

He hesitated for a moment, but did not go upstairs.

In the room upstairs, Helena waited for a while and saw that her father had not come up. A mocking smile appeared on her face.

"Looks like the time is about right. He came back but did not come upstairs. He is probably planning to ask you to help him move against someone."

"Then let's go down and see."

"Wait. Let me change."

Helena stopped Damon and walked to the wardrobe.

Not long after, she stood in front of him wearing heels, garter stockings, and a tight black dress.

"How is it?"

"Not bad."

"And this."

Helena turned and took out a genuine leather collar. She put it around her neck. A long leash was attached to the ring on the collar, and she handed it to Damon.

"Going this far?"

Damon laughed in surprise and tugged the leash.

She really was willing to throw every bit of shame away.

Helena pointed at the decoration on the collar.

"I had this custom-made before. I originally planned to put it on the dog he always kept with him so I could record audio and video for evidence. Unfortunately, the dog died in an accident a while ago. Now it is most suitable for me to wear it and collect evidence. It will not raise suspicion, and it will slap his face. I am looking forward to watching them see you lead me in."

"I am starting to admire you."

Damon truly had not expected it to have that function.

She was worthy of becoming the future Huntress.

Methods, shamelessness, patience.

When Helena hunted prey, she would use anything and everything. Few targets could escape someone who pursued the goal without hesitation.

Damon appreciated Helena's attitude.

He was the same kind of person.

Step. Step. Step.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Frank turned and saw Damon leading Helena down.

But he was not holding her hand.

He was holding the leash.

Frank's first reaction to seeing his daughter dressed like that and led down by Damon was not anger.

It was relief.

Relief that he had sent everyone outside.

"Your daughter is incredible."

Damon came to Frank and praised her with absolute seriousness.

Frank gave Damon an awkward smile, but in his heart, he was furious at Helena.

Where had that temper that always argued with him gone?

She was so obedient with Damon.

Useless.

"Have you chosen?" Damon asked meaningfully.

Frank understood at once.

"Anthony Venza. He is the head of the drug operation that competes with the Triad and shares Starling City's drug market with them. I want to talk cooperation with him tonight."

"Not tonight. Now."

Damon said it casually.

"Now? I have not arranged anything yet."

Frank was startled.

"Then arrange it quickly. I do not want to waste time."

Damon spoke offhandedly, then led Helena out of the villa before Frank could react.

The afternoon sun was mild, and a breeze moved over the grounds.

The bodyguards outside the villa stared blankly as Damon led Helena across the lawn toward the garage like a man walking a beloved pet.

God.

This...

"What are you standing there for? Get the men moving to Anthony Venza's territory!"

Frank's roar came from inside the villa.