The Tyrant Billionaire

Hardy’s heart leaped with joy. It seemed like he had passed the first hurdle.

Of course, this was just the first hurdle.

Hardy left the office, and a guard led him to Margaret’s chambers. Princess Elizabeth, meanwhile, left through another door, preparing to report the matter to her father and mother, the King and Queen.

Hardy had admitted it, but now... what would happen next?

Princess Elizabeth entered her parents’ bedchamber. King George VI lay on the bed, receiving an IV drip, his face thin and gaunt, resembling a shadow of his former self.

Illness spares no one, be it a commoner or a king.

Princess Elizabeth approached her parents and said, "I’ve spoken to Viscount Hardy. He admitted it was his doing."

Neither George VI nor Queen Elizabeth looked surprised.

"What do you intend to do next?" the Queen asked.

Punish Hardy?

This wasn’t a century ago when kings could condemn others to death with a word. "You wronged my daughter, so I will make you pay a painful price."

Now, they lived in a society governed by the rule of law.

At most, Hardy’s actions were scandalous, but legally, there was little anyone could do. The British royal family had no authority to punish him.

Besides, this wasn’t just anyone—it was Hardy.

His current power and influence were not much lower than the British royal family’s, particularly in terms of wealth. Some even claimed Hardy’s fortune rivaled that of major conglomerates, with the potential to surpass even the Rockefeller or Morgan families in the future.

Princess Elizabeth looked at her parents and said, "I think the best solution is for them to marry. Viscount Hardy’s status and wealth are sufficient for Margaret, and it’s clear Margaret likes Hardy very much."

"Do you think Hardy will agree?" the Queen asked.

"I haven’t asked him yet. I wanted to consult both of you first. If you approve, I’ll discuss it with Hardy," Princess Elizabeth replied.

None of them mentioned Hardy’s reputation for being a playboy or his many romantic entanglements.

For the royal family, such matters were of little concern.

Many royal members had lovers outside their marriages. As long as these affairs didn’t draw undue criticism or damage the royal family’s reputation, they were generally ignored.

Resolving the current scandal was their top priority.

Princess Elizabeth and Queen Elizabeth both looked at George VI, waiting for his decision.

After remaining silent for a long time, George VI finally smiled.

"In my heart, Margaret is still a little girl, but in the blink of an eye, my little princess is about to have a child. To see her marry during my lifetime would be more than enough for me."

"As for Hardy, I haven’t interacted with him much, but I can sense that he is a capable and responsible person."

"Besides, this is Margaret’s choice, isn’t it?"

Margaret’s Bedchamber

Princess Margaret, dressed in her nightgown with slightly disheveled hair, was lounging on the sofa, snacking and watching a TV drama.

It was being broadcast by the BBC.

Half a year earlier, under the British government’s facilitation, the BBC had partnered with Hardy’s ABC Television Network to air programs produced by ABC, including animated series, dramas, and movies. These shows had greatly enriched the cultural and entertainment life of the British people.

Currently playing was ABC’s live-action seriesArmored Warriors, featuring a group of characters donning warrior costumes battling alien monsters.

The plot was simple: extraterrestrial monsters aimed to destroy Earth, and a team of armored warriors fought to save the planet. Each episode consisted of monsters wreaking havoc, the warriors battling them, and ultimately saving the day.

Despite its straightforward premise, the show had taken America by storm and was now as popular asTom and Jerry.

Margaret watched intently until a maid entered and announced, "Princess, Mr. Hardy is here. Should I let him in now?"

Margaret froze mid-snack.

"Who did you say?"

"Viscount Hardy, Governor of the Cayman Islands. Princess Elizabeth sent him to see you, and he is waiting outside."

"Ahh!"

As soon as the maid finished speaking, Margaret leapt up in excitement.

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She instinctively ran toward the door but stopped after a couple of steps. Realizing her disheveled appearance, she quickly turned back and said, "Hurry, help me fix my hair and find something decent to wear!"

Meeting Hardy looking like this would be far too embarrassing.

Hardy waited in the small parlor outside Margaret’s chamber for a full thirty minutes before hearing the sound of footsteps. Princess Margaret came running out.

"Hardy~~!"

Standing before him, Margaret looked radiant.

Had there been no servants or guards around, she would have thrown herself into his arms.

"What brings you here?" she asked.

Hardy smiled. "I came to see you. I just learned about what happened, so I rushed over. Shall we talk inside?"

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They entered Margaret’s chamber, dismissed everyone, and as soon as they were alone, Margaret threw herself into Hardy’s arms, excitedly standing on her toes to kiss him.

After they separated, Hardy gently touched Margaret’s flat stomach. "Are you pregnant?"

Margaret blushed and smiled. "That’s what my sister says. I’ve just been feeling tired, always wanting to sleep, nauseated by the smell of smoke, and I haven’t had my period. It’s probably true."

She leaned closer, her lips brushing against Hardy’s ear as she whispered, "It must’ve been that time when you didn’t pull out."

"Well, you squeezed your thighs so tightly I couldn’t escape," Hardy teased shamelessly.

Margaret rolled her eyes. "I didn’t know anything at the time!"

"I know. We were together," Hardy replied with a mischievous grin.

Margaret’s face fell as she remembered something. "My sister sent you, didn’t she? Did she say anything to you?"

"Not much. She just asked if it was mine," Hardy said.

"What now?" Margaret asked.

"Of course, we’ll keep the baby. This is our love’s creation. Unexpected, yes, but isn’t it a happy surprise?" Hardy replied.

Touched by his words, Margaret rested her head against his chest. "I don’t know if Father, Mother, or Elizabeth will agree."

"It’s fine. If they don’t, I’ll elope with you. If they lock you in a castle tower, I’ll come rescue you in a fighter jet," Hardy joked.

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