after a moment, his tone c

ticipation. This was the mom

liver the news personally to the CEO of Gust Group tha

d her eyes t

like a force to be reckoned with, his presence

s economy like a chessboard, he was heading to a par

ged complaints with the presidential office about him. Y

mattered to H

nch. With a smirk, he murmured, "Don't get any ideas about running

eading h

role perfectly with an inn

very bit the o

patted her head twice, as t

r engine faded into the distan

no time

to her, Helena rubbed her eyes and

ely responded with concern, "Ah, you must

oor to close and leaned against it, ears stra

the main entrance, with additi

it seemed it could prevent

ting through the front w

aced. She neede

villa's layout and soon zeroed in on

herself up with a swift motion before slipping quietly through the s

that was, unsurprisingly,

the keyboard, navigating the sy

ts, the scre

ic web address and logged

ed symbol illumin

sed the account, a n

ou vanished. I thought you were gone for good. The organization assigned me to track you, and I fina

ng an address. "Trapped in Charlie's villa. Need immedia

Half a minute later, another message popped up.

f her activity from the computer, shut it down, and slipped ba

thing had gon

t the ceiling, her patience weari

ions in the past, the prospect of escaping this f

ouldn't linger

lla half an hour later. Helena

he window, and allowed h

tion attempts; they seemed almost ro

scaling the high wall surrounding the property. Once on the other sid

y, but the keys dang

d the gas pedal, leaving behind a