"Good," Henry's deep voice replied. After a pause, he added, "And the flight ticket you asked me to book for Jennelyn—I've sent the details to your phone."
"Got it."
When the call ended, Helena gathered the signed equity agreement and her research documents, locking them carefully into her suitcase.
Then she took one last look around the house—the gilded cage that had imprisoned her love, her youth, and her dreams.
Without a single trace of hesitation, Helena wheeled her suitcase to the door—and walked out of the villa, leaving it all behind.
Boston Logan International Airport was ablaze with light.
All the immigration paperwork had been handled by her brother long ago.
As soon as Helena arrived, she spotted two familiar figures waiting by the terminal—Jennelyn and her former senior, Emmett.
"Helena!" Jennelyn's voice trembled with emotion. "I never thought I'd see you again."
Helena smiled softly, reaching out to pat her head.
"Don't worry," she said gently, but her eyes were filled with coldness. "I'll make sure every single person who hurt us pays for what they did."