The Tyrant Billionaire

"Wow~~~ We won!"

Margaret and Taylor cheered together, hopping excitedly with betting slips in hand.

The boxer they had bet on just knocked his opponent out with a single punch. The opponent couldn't get up again, so they won their bet.

They hadn't had any money initially.

When they were changing clothes in the store, Hardy pulled them out as soon as they came out, leaving their old clothes and purses in the store.

They asked Hardy for money and placed a £3,000 bet on one of the boxers winning.

Neither of them had any judgment about who would win, even though the host had shared both boxers past records. In the end, they flipped a coin to decide which fighter to back.

All the scientific analysis in the world is meaningless in the face of pure luck.

A princess, a future Hollywood queen, and a future world billionaire—the combined luck of the three was nothing short of miraculous.

The guy they bet on had much worse stats than his opponent, and few believed he could win, which is why his odds were incredibly high at 3.5 to 1.

To their surprise, he won.

They were set to take home £10,500.

£10,000 is no small sum. Even Princess Margaret and Taylor couldn't stop cheering in excitement.

They went to the casino to cash out.
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Fifties and twenties—wads of cash filled their hands, drawing envious glances from the people around them.

Of course, there were also people eyeing the money greedily.

Back at their booth, the three continued drinking. Margaret was starting to get tipsy. She had been so happy today, feeling like all the repressed frustration in her heart had been swept away.

She hated the stifling atmosphere of royal life, and with her parents constantly pampering her, she had become rebellious.

She had always wanted to break free, to indulge, but had never found the chance. Today, in this relaxed environment, she finally found a way to unwind and let go of everything.

At this moment, courtly etiquette meant nothing to her.

She just wanted to be happy.

Hardy was a little buzzed too. He had taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking much more at ease.

Margaret leaned on Hardy's strong arm, whispering in his ear, "You know, I've always wanted to experience this kind of freedom, this carefree indulgence. Today, my wish came true. Thank you."

Hardy looked at Margaret, her cheeks flushed.

When she wasn't being bratty, she was actually quite cute.

"I have to tell you, it's fine to do this occasionally, to clear your mind, but this is not real life."

"But I hate the oppressive life of the palace," Margaret pouted.

"Everyone has their role to play. You can't just indulge all the time. Sometimes, you have to take responsibility for the things you must handle. A little indulgence now and then is fine, but that's not how life works," Hardy said.

Margaret glared at him, then suddenly suggested, "How about you kidnap me every once in a while?"

What the—This girl was getting addicted to the thrill.

He was too busy for that. How could he have time to entertain her childish antics? He had to make money.

"It depends on my mood. Besides, you tricked me this time, so you deserve a punishment," Hardy replied.

Margaret nodded.

"I apologize. How about I drink a bottle of beer as a forfeit?"

"Fine."

Hardy agreed.

Margaret grabbed a beer bottle and suddenly shook it hard. "Dream on if you think I'll apologize that easily."

Then she aimed the bottle at Hardy and Taylor, spraying them with beer.

"Ahhh~~!"

Taylor squealed in surprise.

She joined in the fun, grabbing a beer and spraying Margaret back.

The two of them were having a blast.

Hardy sat on the side, now soaked in beer.

The two girls weren't much better off, with many parts of their clothes wet. Henry and the MI6 agents, who had been observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but twitch at the scene.

If a reporter captured this moment, it would definitely make tomorrow's headlines.

"Shit~~!"

Someone cursed nearby.

At a nearby table, four or five men, all gangsters, had been ogling Margaret and Taylor for a while. After seeing them win big at the fight, they had started scheming.

When Margaret and Taylor sprayed beer around, some of it splashed onto the gangsters, giving them an excuse to act.

The men, grumbling and swearing, stood up and approached Hardy's booth, ignoring him entirely and shouting at Margaret:

"Hey girl, you got our clothes all wet. How are you going to make it up to us?" the leader of the group demanded.

Margaret was startled by the sudden approach of these tough looking men.

She put down her bottle and hid behind Hardy.

Taylor blinked her wide eyes in confusion.

"Our clothes, pants, shoes, they're all designer and cost a fortune. You're going to have to pay us at least £10,000 to make it right."

Hardy knew what was going on.

These gangsters had their eyes on the money they had just won.

Hardy raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and beckoned. Before the thugs could react, a dozen men quickly surrounded them.

The gangsters were stunned.

One of them started to move but suddenly felt a cold object pressed against his waist, freezing him in his tracks. None of them dared to make a sound.

Then these thugs were dragged out and given a brutal beating in the alley behind.

We can't let these hooligans ruin the mood.

The three continued drinking.

In the end, they all got a bit tipsy. Princess Margaret curled up on the sofa, mumbling something incomprehensible.

Taylor, that little girl, simply fell asleep.

It was about time to retreat.

Hardy wrapped one arm around Taylor and held Margaret with the other. He didn't ask for anyone's help. The bodyguards and MI6 agents were all men, and it wouldn't be appropriate for them to handle the two girls. Hardy had to do it himself.

Even though they weren't heavy, drunk people are hard to carry, especially two at once. Fortunately, Hardy was strong and eventually managed to toss them into the back seat.