The Tyrant Billionaire

The royal bodyguards cars were tangled up with Hardy's security team, helplessly watching as the car carrying the princess disappeared. Frustrated, the bodyguards attempted to detain Hardy's men, but Hardy's security personnel were no pushovers, and the two sides began brawling in the street.

Both sides exercised restraint, refraining from using firearms.

Meanwhile, the news of Princess Margaret being taken quickly reached the royal family. Princess Elizabeth, upon hearing the news, was deeply worried.

"Notify the government immediately and have them send people to search for Margaret. And what about the royal bodyguards? Why didn't they keep the princess safe?" the future queen demanded.

"The other side had many people. They dispatched two cars to block the bodyguards, and both sides ended up brawling in the street," the royal steward explained.

"And then?"

"Then the others got away. They were well trained, and the bodyguards couldn't match them."

With the princess abducted, MI6 was quickly ordered to investigate. After all, this was on British soil, and it didn't take long for them to uncover some leads.

Hardy hadn't exactly hidden his actions.

The head of the investigation reported to Princess Elizabeth, "Your Highness, we've discovered that Princess Margaret and Miss Taylor were shopping at a clothing store on Oxford Street. The staff and owner confirmed that a young man entered the store, someone familiar with Miss Taylor.

"When Miss Taylor saw the man, she became very excited and threw herself into his arms, and the two kissed passionately."

The future queen was stunned.

Kissing Taylor—who was that man?

"Then, Princess Margaret also came out of the fitting room. It was clear that she knew the man as well. Afterward, the man took both Miss Taylor and the princess, and they left together in a car."

"From our investigation, the young man is most likely the American billionaire Jon Hardy. We've shown photos to the store staff and owner, and they confirmed that it was Jon Hardy."

As the investigator spoke, he handed a photograph to the future queen.

Princess Elizabeth took the photo and looked at it. She recognized Hardy, and upon learning that he was the one who had taken Margaret, she was somewhat relieved. Given Hardy's immense wealth, he certainly wasn't kidnapping Margaret for ransom.

But then she asked curiously, "So Jon Hardy is the one who took Princess Margaret. But why would he take the princess?"

"Well... we're not sure. But according to the store staff, it seemed like Princess Margaret and Mr. Hardy had a bit of a quarrel, and then Mr. Hardy took the princess and left," the investigator replied.

"A quarrel? What could they have quarreled about?" the future queen wondered.

What exactly had happened between them?

One thing was clear—this wasn't a simple kidnapping.

Not long ago, her younger sister had suddenly invited Taylor to visit. Princess Elizabeth knew Taylor as well, and was even aware of her background. After all, Elizabeth was a few years older.

But she had been puzzled by Margaret's sudden invitation. When they were younger, Margaret and Taylor used to play together, but they both had fiery tempers and never got along. Margaret had even told her that she never wanted to see Taylor again.

This whole situation wasn't as simple as it seemed.

Knowing her sister's mischievous nature, the future queen even suspected that Margaret herself might have orchestrated the entire situation.

"Where are Mr. Hardy and Margaret now?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

"Well, we haven't located them yet. MI6 is still searching, but we're certain they haven't left London—Jon Hardy's private plane is still at the London airport," the investigator replied.

"Keep looking. Make sure to confirm the princess's location," Princess Elizabeth ordered.

"And after we find her?" the investigator asked.

The future queen hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Hardy probably took Margaret out just for a bit of fun. Once we've located her, ensure her safety. I'm confident that after they've had their fun, Mr. Hardy will return Margaret safely."

The investigator couldn't help but think to himself:

Ramming royal bodyguards' cars…

Brawling in the streets with security personnel, causing quite a commotion. This is certainly a rather intense way of taking someone out for a bit of fun.

"I understand, Your Highness. We will find Princess Margaret as soon as possible," the MI6 head replied. Enjoy new chapters from empire

After the investigator left, more personnel were dispatched across London to search for Hardy and his group.

Where was Hardy at that moment?

In fact, he wasn't hard to find.

Hardy had taken Taylor and Princess Margaret to the largest bar and nightclub in the Victoria district.

Princess Margaret stared in surprise at the neon lights and asked Hardy, "Why did you bring me here?"

Hardy chuckled. "You like excitement, don't you? Ever been to a place like this? The parties you usually attend are far too boring. This is where the real wild fun happens. I'll show you what true decadence is."

"So, what do you say? Are you up for it?" Hardy challenged Princess Margaret.

Rebellious by nature, Margaret was immediately provoked by his words. She raised her chin and said, "Why wouldn't I be?"

The three of them walked into the nightclub.

To be honest, this was also Taylor's first time in such a place. She had heard that these kinds of venues were chaotic, and she clung tightly to Hardy's arm, looking somewhat nervous.

Margaret, though curious about such places, was still just a girl. She had never been to such a noisy venue before, and she was a little scared, instinctively grabbing onto Taylor's arm.

The three of them entered the nightclub together, like a string of moles burrowing their way inside.

This nightclub was the largest in London and belonged to London's biggest gang. It wasn't just about dancing and drinking—there was also a boxing ring and a casino.

Inside, the lighting was dim, the music was loud, and people were dancing wildly in the center of the floor. This wasn't a royal ball; there were no formal rules here. All you had to do was move your arms and dance your heart out, sweating with abandon.