The Tyrant Billionaire

Then Hardy stood outside the car, lighting a cigarette.

He waved to the men in black suits standing a short distance away. The head of the MI6 team quickly approached.

"I'm taking the princess home now. You'll follow behind?" Hardy asked.

"Yes, Mr. Hardy."

This time, the convoy was even longer, with more than a dozen cars. They drove through the streets of London and finally arrived at Buckingham Palace. Hardy's car was allowed to drive straight into the castle courtyard, where many maids were already waiting.

Margaret was carefully lifted out of the car.

At this moment, a middle aged butler approached Hardy respectfully. "Mr. Hardy, Princess Elizabeth would like to invite you for tea tomorrow afternoon."

Was this the family wanting to give him a talking to?

King George VI, suffering from cancer, had largely stepped back from his duties, and all royal affairs were now handled by Princess Elizabeth. Last year, it was officially announced that she would be the next monarch of Great Britain.

"Alright, I'll come to visit the princess tomorrow," Hardy replied.

When the future Queen of England invites you, you don't decline.

Hardy left Buckingham Palace with Taylor and checked into the best hotel in London, carrying the somewhat heavy girl into the room.

Though Taylor wasn't tall, only about 157 cm her figure was quite full.

At 17 years old, Taylor certainly had a baby face with that certain... something.

"Taylor, do you want to take a bath? You smell like beer," Hardy gently patted Taylor's cheek, trying to wake her up.

"Mm, mm~~!" Taylor groaned twice but didn't respond further. She had never drunk this much before; this time, she really had too much.

Hardy helped her take off her clothes, leaving only her small underwear.

He tucked her in under the blanket.

Afterward, he took a hot shower himself. He hadn't brought any pajamas since they arrived in such a rush, so he kept it simple, wearing only shorts as he slipped into bed.

Feeling the warmth next to her, Taylor snuggled up to Hardy, sleeping soundly.

Hardy turned off the bedside lamp and soon fell asleep as well.

Morning.

Margaret woke up.

She looked around at her surroundings. Yes, this was indeed her own chamber. She didn't move but began recalling the events of the previous day.

She had certainly drunk too much in the end, but she clearly remembered everything before that.

That jerk~!
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Ah, no,

Mr. Hardy.

She used to call him a jerk, but after yesterday, she felt she could no longer address him that way. She had to call him Mr. Hardy now.

Hardy had kidnapped her,

Then taken her and Taylor to party wildly at the nightclub.

She had never felt so free, so at ease. It was as though her emotions had been completely released. Today, when she looked at all the old, stuffy family heirlooms in her bedroom, they didn't seem as bothersome.

Thinking back to yesterday's experience,

Margaret suddenly smiled.

Yesterday, She had truly had a blast.

It was an experience she had never had before.

She called for a servant to help her wash and dress.

Margaret left her chamber, and while walking down the long corridor, she happened to encounter the handsome middle aged guard she used to have a crush on.

Margaret used to like him a little.

It was mainly because she felt he had the charm of a mature man.

But today, when she saw him again, the feeling was gone. It was strange; suddenly, she just didn't like him anymore.

Princess Margaret arrived at the dining hall and saw Princess Elizabeth having breakfast. She smiled and sat in her usual seat, asking the servant to bring her breakfast.

Princess Elizabeth glanced at her sister and noticed that Margaret seemed to have a certain glow about her today. What was causing this?

"Margaret, you seem to be in a good mood?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, maybe it's because the weather is nice today," Margaret replied, stabbing a piece of bacon and putting it in her mouth.

"You were drunk last night," Princess Elizabeth said.

"Oh, sister, that wasn't my fault. You know it was that Jon Hardy who forcibly took me away. He told me I was being kidnapped. I was so scared," Margaret said innocently.

It felt great to pin the blame on someone else.

Princess Elizabeth already knew everything that had happened. Margaret had played a prank, claiming that Taylor had been kidnapped, and had even sent a telegram to the U.S., causing Hardy to rush over in a panic. That's how everything had unfolded. It was really her mischievous sister behind it all.

"I've invited Mr. Hardy for tea this afternoon," Princess Elizabeth said.

Princess Margaret's eyes darted around. "Sister, you should definitely talk to him. How dare he kidnap a princess of the British Empire? You must give him the most serious warning."

Princess Elizabeth shook her head slightly, feeling helpless with her sister.

"Do you want to join me when I meet Mr. Hardy this afternoon?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

"Sure!"

Margaret readily agreed.

...

At dawn, Taylor woke up, she felt a slight headache.

It was her first hangover. Last night, she had a lot to drink—beer, cocktails, and even whiskey. She only remembered that Hardy had come, then took her and Margaret to a nightclub to party, drink, fight, and gamble on boxing matches.

She couldn't recall what happened afterward.

Sitting up, she realized that all she had on was her lace underwear. Looking around, it didn't resemble Margaret's royal chamber.

This must be a hotel.

She thought of Hardy.

"Hardy, are you here?" Taylor called out.

Footsteps came from outside, and Hardy, dressed in pajamas, walked in from the living room, smiling at Taylor sitting on the bed.

Upon seeing Hardy, Taylor jumped out of bed, still wearing only her lace lingerie, but without any care, she threw herself onto him.

"I missed you so much," Taylor said, pouting.

"You already said that yesterday," Hardy replied with a smile.

"But I forgot so much from yesterday, so I have to say it again today. By the way, where did you sleep last night?"

"Right next to you."