The Tyrant Billionaire

"A million dollars? That's not enough," Margaret replied.

To Hardy, her response signaled agreement but with a higher price tag.

"How much do you think is appropriate?" Hardy asked.

"For each brand separately, between $500,000 and $1,000,000," Margaret countered shrewdly.

"Fine, then let's negotiate on a case-by-case basis," Hardy said, raising his glass with a smile.

If a brand gained significant value, the return would far exceed the investment of $500,000 to $1,000,000, effectively making it an advertising expense.

Margaret clinked her glass against Hardy's, signaling a verbal agreement. Thrilled by this lucrative arrangement, she anticipated having more spending money.

During her time in the U.S., she had lost quite a bit of her allowance to sweepstakes scams on television.

The next morning.

When Margaret opened her eyes, she found the cruise ship had stopped. Looking out the window, she saw a harbor outside.

They had arrived at Cayman Port.

After quickly washing up and dressing, Margaret found Hardy waiting in the hall. He escorted her off the ship to the island.

The Cayman Islands maintained a pleasant and comfortable temperature of over 20 degrees Celsius year-round. After over a year of development, many facilities were already complete.

The port was 80% finished, allowing for smooth passenger traffic. Although the airport wasn't fully operational, planes could already take off and land. Seaside villas were entirely constructed, featuring wooden structures that were quick to build.

Island-wide and city roads were now open.

The casino's construction was the slowest, as Hardy envisioned it surpassing Las Vegas in both scale and luxury. While the main structure was complete, interior decorations were ongoing.

Hardy led Margaret into a convertible. "How about I give you a tour of the island's sights?"

"Sure," Margaret agreed happily.

Scenic views lined the island's highway—endless coconut groves and beaches stretched as far as the eye could see. The convoy eventually arrived at the Governor's Residence.

The Cayman Governor's Residence covered a vast area, with a wide lawn in the front and a white Victorian-Renaissance-style building with Roman classical influences in the back. Renovations were still underway.

A few kilometers from the Governor's Residence stood the Cayman Government Building, where all administrative operations would eventually centralize.@@novelbin@@

After touring the island, they arrived at the seaside villa resort and checked into a beachfront hotel. From the window, they could see a grove of coconut trees below and the vast blue ocean in the distance.

Closer to the shore were rows of villas.

"Staying in a villa near the beach must be amazing," Margaret remarked.

"Those villas are fully furnished and ready for occupancy. But there are no guests right now," Hardy replied.

"Aren't I a guest? How do you plan to entertain me over the next two days?" Princess Margaret asked.

"I'll take you swimming and diving. The Caymans' coral reefs are the most beautiful in the world—nothing else compares," Hardy said.

Dressed in swimsuits,

The two donned goggles and snorkels, diving through the sea, marveling at the underwater world.

Tired from swimming, they lay on the damp sand to rest.

Swoosh!

Margaret scooped up a handful of sand and flung it at Hardy. He retaliated, throwing sand back as Margaret laughed and dodged.

Hardy got up to chase her, and they frolicked on the beach.

"Ah!"

Margaret suddenly lost her footing and fell onto the sand. Hardy, close behind her, instinctively wrapped an arm around her slender waist, using his strength to twist their bodies so he landed underneath.

As they fell, Hardy's back hit the ground while Margaret landed on top of him. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Their eyes locked.

Margaret's heart pounded like a racing engine. Hardy broke the silence, "Your Highness, shouldn't you—"

Before he could finish,

Margaret leaned down and kissed him deeply.

What the—

Was this really happening?

Hardy wasn't one to back down.

He immediately responded in kind.

In that moment, Margaret felt as though her consciousness had left her body, drifting along with the waves and sea breeze.

Hardy's hand gently glided over Margaret's back, finally resting on her shapely hips, where he began to slowly knead.

It wasn't lust.

It was just an instinctive action.

The two seemed to forget the passage of time, fully immersed in their passionate battle.

When they returned, their pace was leisurely.

They strolled and chatted as the sky gradually darkened.

"What shall we have for dinner?" Hardy asked.

"Anything's fine," Margaret replied.

Hardy thought for a moment. "How about we have a barbecue party at one of the beachfront villas? I'll cook myself."

"Sure!" Margaret agreed cheerfully.

When they arrived at the villa area, Hardy called for his staff, instructing them to open a beachfront villa and bring everything needed for a barbecue.

The staff quickly prepared everything.

"Alright, you can all leave now. The princess and I will handle it from here," Hardy said.

The staff obediently left.

Now, only Hardy and Princess Margaret remained in the villa area. Hardy set up the grill. The Cayman Islands were rich in seafood, so there were oysters, lobsters, mullet, and salmon. Using his special seasoning, Hardy made everything taste fantastic.

Margaret joined in, enthusiastically learning and enjoying herself.

They drank wine, ate barbecue, and felt the gentle sea breeze.

The moon above shone brightly.

Margaret glanced at Hardy and took the initiative to kiss him. That kiss was like a spark igniting gasoline.

Boom!

It instantly turned into a raging fire.

Kissing deeply, the two stepped into the villa.

Sometimes, the course of events unfolds beyond plans.

Hardy hadn't originally intended for this to happen, but over time, their interactions created undeniable chemistry.

Especially over the past two days.

Hardy had stopped resisting his feelings.

A princess? So what? In this era it was capital that ruled. Even if the British royal family found out, they couldn't do much to Hardy.

Since the line had been crossed, there was no need to hold back anymore.

In the following days, Hardy could see that Margaret was incredibly happy. Her entire demeanor became sunnier.

Lying on a hammock under the coconut trees by the beach, Margaret rested in Hardy's arms and whispered, "Hardy, even if it's only a few days like this each year, I'll be content. Can I keep coming to see you like this in the future?"

"Of course," Hardy replied.

"My sister sent another telegram, asking when I'll return," Margaret said.

"Tomorrow?" Hardy suggested.

"How about the day after tomorrow?" Margaret proposed.

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