The Tyrant Billionaire

Both women drank a lot, enough to become tipsy.

As they danced, Margaret pressed close to Hardy, her hips swaying against his body to the beat of the music. In the dim, flashing lights, no one could see or cared to notice.

Margaret's gaze grew hazy. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around Hardy's neck and whispered into his ear, "I think these past few days have been the happiest of my life."

With that, she pulled Hardy close and planted a firm kiss on his lips. It was passionate and intense.

Before Hardy could react, Margaret released him.

"Woohoo! Oh yeah!" Margaret shouted excitedly, clinging tightly to Hardy as she danced with wild abandon to the booming music.

Hardy thought to himself, This girl has completely let herself go.

As for the kiss, it was nothing to overthink—just a friendly gesture.

The night ended with both women drinking themselves into a stupor.

Completely inebriated.

It was uncannily similar to the time in England.

Hardy waved his hand, and a dozen security personnel appeared from all directions. Picking up the two women as if they were children, Hardy carried them out of the nightclub.

He loaded them into the car.

Back to the hotel.

The next morning, Margaret woke from her slumber with a slight headache—a hangover's aftermath.

By the end of the night, she had completely blacked out.

However, she clearly remembered kissing Hardy. In that moment, she had felt a sudden impulse to kiss him.

It was a strange and subtle feeling.

At the time, her breath quickened, her heart raced, her knees weakened, and she felt on the verge of an emotional outburst.

Now, recalling it made Margaret blush.

These past few days had indeed brought her immense joy.

But she knew this lifestyle had to end today. She had to return to her duties as a princess. She had claimed to be resting in Los Angeles for two days, and if she stayed longer, the media might start to notice.

Margaret freshened up and dressed.

Just then, her accompanying steward entered the room. "Princess, we received a telegram from the Crown Princess last night. You were busy, so I didn't disturb you."

The steward handed her the telegram.

It was from her sister, Princess Elizabeth. The message instructed Margaret to facilitate Hardy's purchase of land in Southeast Asia. The offer included both Penang and Malacca, granting Hardy the position of governor of these territories, along with autonomous administrative rights similar to those in the Cayman Islands.

The price? Hardy would need to purchase $500 million worth of British long-term bonds.

The telegram directed Margaret to handle negotiations with Hardy and to report back as soon as there were results.

After reading the telegram, Margaret's first thought was that she could stay longer.

Her heart immediately leapt with excitement.

As for the Negotiation, It could be handled slowly.

If she returned late, she could always say Hardy was still considering it.

How clever she was.

Last night, Taylor hadn't shared a room with her again—she must have gone to Hardy's room. Margaret wondered if they were awake yet.

Picking up the phone, Margaret dialed Hardy's room number. She guessed right—Hardy hadn't gotten out of bed, though he wasn't exactly sleeping either.

Last night, Taylor had been drunk, and Hardy hadn't touched her. But by morning, Taylor had been far more proactive. When the phone rang, Hardy was in the middle of enjoying a very enthusiastic wake-up kiss. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

"Baron Hardy, would you have time to come to my room? There's something important I'd like to discuss with you," Margaret said.

"Of course, give me a few minutes," Hardy replied.

Hardy's "few minutes" stretched into half an hour. When he finally arrived, Margaret greeted him with a smile. "Good morning, Your Royal Highness. Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.

"Not bad. I received a telegram. Would you like to take a look, Baron Hardy?" Margaret responded.

"A telegram? For me to see?" Hardy was puzzled.

Taking the telegram Margaret handed him, Hardy quickly skimmed it. A flurry of thoughts raced through his mind. The plan he had been orchestrating was finally bearing fruit. Margaret hadn't disappointed him—she had indeed reported the matter to the British government, and now they had responded.

They were desperate for money and wouldn't let an opportunity slip away.

But Margaret handing over the telegram directly—what was her game? She was supposed to negotiate, yet she was laying all her cards on the table. Wasn't she afraid her sister would punish her?

Margaret looked at Hardy and said, "Yesterday at lunch, I overheard your team discussing your interest in purchasing land in Southeast Asia to build a shipping port."

"Please forgive my eavesdropping, Baron Hardy. I didn't mean to scheme against you, but the British government is in dire financial straits. My sister and the government are trying to solve this crisis."

"So, I thought, if you needed land, Britain's colonies in Southeast Asia could be sold to you. It seemed like a mutually beneficial solution, so I sent a telegram to my sister, informing her of your interest."

"You've seen her reply now. The Prime Minister agrees to sell you a few plots of land in Southeast Asia, granting you the title of Governor along with autonomy, similar to the Cayman Islands."

"I'm showing you this telegram to express my sincerity. I have no intention of being a middleman who profits from both sides. If you're genuinely interested in purchasing the land, I'm willing to mediate with the British government on your behalf. What do you think?"

Margaret finished speaking and looked at Hardy.

Her straightforwardness caught Hardy off guard. If it had been about scheming, he could have played along effortlessly. But faced with her open and honest approach, he almost felt guilty about deceiving her. Quickly shaking off the thought, he reminded himself: he was a capitalist, doing what any capitalist would do.

Hardy fell into deep thought.

Margaret sat quietly beside him, watching Hardy's contemplative expression. The more she looked, the more handsome he seemed.@@novelbin@@

Cough, cough—focus.

After a while, Hardy finally spoke. "I am indeed interested in purchasing land there. Being granted the title of Governor and regional autonomy aligns with my requirements. However, $500 million for 10-year bonds—Your Highness, to be honest, that price isn't cheap."

"The place I'm most interested in is Singapore. Penang and Malacca don't have nearly the same geographical advantages as Singapore. They're more like backup options. If it's just Penang and Malacca, I don't think it's worth $500 million."

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