The Tyrant Billionaire

At first, both Margaret and Taylor felt uncomfortable, but after a few drinks, they started getting into the groove. Margaret and Taylor entered the dance floor, and Hardy joined them as they danced together.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the surrounding crowd cheered when they saw the two beautiful young women. A bunch of people surrounded them and joined in the dancing, and some even tried to make a move.

Just as one guy was about to put his hand on Margaret's shoulder, a fist suddenly flew out from the side.

Bam!

The guy was knocked down by a hard punch from Hardy, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed.

Margaret was momentarily stunned.

That was so violent!

A couple of other guys rushed over to avenge their friend, but Hardy, who hadn't been in a fight for a while, swung his fists and, in no time, had all of them knocked out cold.

Not only did no one intervene, but the crowd around them even cheered. A fight in a nightclub only served to heighten the excitement and pump up everyone's adrenaline.

After Hardy knocked out a few guys, no one else dared to approach.

The music became more intense, the defeated men were dragged away, and the crowd resumed dancing.

Margaret found the place thrilling. She had always pursued a life of indulgence, feeling that the royal family was far too stifling. Today, Hardy had brought her here, and she finally understood what true indulgence meant. To be honest, she loved this kind of lifestyle. Continue your journey with empire

She felt an exhilarating sense of freedom deep inside.

It wasn't just Margaret who was enjoying herself; Taylor was also having a blast. She had never experienced anything so exciting before, and it left a lasting impression on a girl who had risen to fame from a young age and been heavily sheltered by her mother.

The three of them were drenched in sweat from dancing, so they returned to their booth to continue drinking.

Hardy lit a cigarette, and Margaret picked one up and lit it as well.

"Shall we have a drink?" she said, raising her glass to toast Hardy.

Hardy smiled, picked up a beer bottle, and clinked it against hers. He took a drag on his cigarette, exhaled, and then downed the beer in one go.

Seeing this, Margaret wasn't about to be outdone.

She also took a drag on her cigarette, imitated Hardy by exhaling the smoke, and then downed her beer in one go.

She raised her empty bottle and playfully raised an eyebrow at Hardy.

"How about a drinking contest?" Hardy suggested with a grin.

"Think I'm scared? You go first," Margaret said.

Hardy grabbed another bottle of beer, placed it to his lips, and gave it a quick twist. The beer inside swirled into a vortex and in a flash, the entire bottle was emptied into his mouth.

Margaret's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That… that was so fast!"

She had never seen anyone drink beer like that—it was incredibly quick.

"Your turn," Hardy said.

Not wanting to lose, Margaret tried to drink her beer the same way Hardy had, but after two swirls, she choked on the liquid as it went down.

"Pffft!"

Beer sprayed everywhere like a fountain.

It splashed all over Hardy and Taylor's faces and heads, leaving them momentarily stunned.

"Hahahaha!" Margaret suddenly burst out laughing.

She found the situation hilarious.

Just then, the bell on the boxing ring sounded, signaling the start of a match. Soon, two hulking men climbed into the ring and began a brutal fistfight.

The audience cheered loudly.

Taylor and Margaret joined in, cheering along with the crowd. At this moment, the two girls stood on either side of Hardy, each gripping one of his arms with one hand and holding a beer bottle in the other as they shouted.

This change in posture indicated that Princess Margaret had completely let down her guard around Hardy and even wanted to be close to him.

"Hit him in the chin, uppercut him! Ugh, what an idiot!"

"Pin him down, yes, keep him down! Don't let him get up and you'll win! Come on!"

The two girls kept shouting.

They had completely forgotten their royal status.

They were lost in the wild, carefree atmosphere.

At the British royal palace, Princess Elizabeth received another report.

"What did you say? They're partying in a nightclub?" Princess Elizabeth asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"After we traced Mr. Hardy's whereabouts, we discovered that after they left the clothing store, they went to a nightclub in the Victoria district. The three of them have been drinking and partying there, and they even got into a fight," the investigator reported.

"Is it safe there?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

"The nightclub is owned by London's largest gang. Strictly speaking, it's not a safe place. It's chaotic and full of gang members. However, Mr. Hardy brought over 20 people with him, so they should be able to ensure their safety."

Princess Elizabeth felt a headache coming on.

A British princess—

Going to a nightclub and drinking? How improper!

And Jon Hardy, a billionaire, bringing girls to such a place? With his status, didn't he know how to avoid such risky situations? And on top of that, getting into a fight?

"Send people to the nightclub and make sure Margaret is safe until she returns," Princess Elizabeth instructed.

The investigator understood. He wasn't being told to bring them back, but rather to ensure their safety until they returned on their own.

"And one more thing—make sure the media doesn't find out about this," the future queen ordered once more.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The nightclub was getting livelier and livelier, Henry, along with his men, spread out around the nightclub to ensure Hardy's safety, while a new group from MI6 also entered the venue, dispersing to protect Princess Margaret.

Both sides were fully aware of each other's identities.

Henry and the MI6 lead exchanged cold stares, neither willing to back down.