The Tyrant Billionaire

As soon as she saw the man, Margaret recognized him as the very person who made her grind her teeth in frustration—Jon Hardy.

Princess Margaret was stunned.

How could he be in England? And how did he find this place?

"You… how are you here?" Margaret blurted out without thinking.

"You sent that telegram, didn't you? Weren't you trying to make me come here?" Hardy asked, looking at the spoiled and willful princess.

Margaret was momentarily speechless.

Her expression faltered, and she avoided eye contact. Having her prank discovered left her feeling a bit too embarrassed to look at Hardy directly. Enjoy new stories from empire

From her reaction, Hardy was certain that his judgment was correct—this whole thing had been orchestrated by Princess Margaret.

Still holding onto Hardy, Taylor looked up at him with affection and asked, "Hardy, how did you come to London? London is so big, yet we just happened to meet in this shop. Is this fate?"

Women love romance.

And what could be more romantic than a chance encounter thousands of miles away?

Before Hardy could respond, Taylor stood on her tiptoes to reach him, and Hardy leaned down, planting a deep kiss on her lips.

That kiss…

It was full of passion, sweetness, and tenderness.

Next to them, Princess Margaret watched the two kiss and felt a mix of irritation and envy, and without realizing it, she swallowed hard.

After all, throughout her life,

She had never kissed a man so passionately.

Though she had fantasized about it countless times, it had always remained just a fantasy.

A few minutes later…

Hardy let go of Taylor, whose face was flushed, her breathing slightly heavy. Princess Margaret, standing nearby, couldn't remember how many times she had swallowed.

"Come with me," Hardy said to Taylor.

"Sure," Taylor agreed without hesitation.

Hardy then turned to Princess Margaret. "You're coming with me too."

Princess Margaret was taken aback. She immediately felt irritated by Hardy's tone. She was a princess, after all, and no one had ever spoken to her in such a commanding manner.

"Why should I go with you?" Princess Margaret retorted arrogantly.

"Because you've been kidnapped!" Hardy said, grabbing Princess Margaret by the arm and dragging her toward the exit.

"What are you doing?" Princess Margaret cried out in alarm.

But Hardy ignored her completely, pulling her out of the boutique. His strength left her with no chance to resist.

The sales assistants and the shop owner were stunned. It wasn't until they had left that they realized the two girls were still wearing clothes from the store.

The shop owner hurried outside, only to see that Hardy, Taylor, and Margaret had already gotten into a car.

"Excuse me, sir, but the ladies haven't paid for the clothes they're wearing!" the owner shouted.

Before he could finish speaking—

Whoosh!

A stack of bills flew out of the front passenger window. The shop owner fumbled to catch them and, upon closer inspection, realized it was a bundle of U.S. dollars.

It was more than enough to buy ten sets of clothes.

Well then.

Now they could leave as they pleased.

As the car started and drove off, Princess Margaret looked at Hardy in shock. "Mr. Hardy, what are you doing?"

"You like playing kidnapping games, don't you? Well, I'm telling you now—you've been kidnapped," Hardy replied.

"You… you…!" Margaret stammered, at a loss for words.

She had never encountered someone so unreasonable before.

Vroom, vroom!

Two cars sped up from behind, catching up.

These were the royal bodyguards who had been tasked with protecting the princess. They had been stationed outside, ensuring her safety. When Hardy had entered the clothing store, they hadn't paid much attention, since this was a busy commercial area. Even when the princess went shopping, they couldn't seal off every store, so they assumed Hardy was just a regular customer.

But to their utter shock—

That man had dragged Princess Margaret and Miss Taylor out of the store, shoved them into a car, and driven off before they could react.

The royal bodyguards were terrified and immediately gave chase.

When Princess Margaret saw the cars following them, she sneered, "Your kidnapping won't succeed. The bodyguards are catching up."

Hardy glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, really? I wouldn't be so sure."

With that, Hardy stuck his hand out the window and made a gesture.

In the next instant—

One of the cars following them swerved toward the pursuing vehicle and rammed into it.

Boom!

The front ends of both cars collided with a deafening crash.

The first car chasing them was knocked off course, smashing into the wall on the side of the street with another loud bang.

Both cars came to a stop, completely wrecked.

Princess Margaret's eyes widened at the sight.

She couldn't believe Hardy had ordered his men to crash into the royal bodyguards car.

"You… you…!" Margaret was completely speechless.

The second car of the royal bodyguards then sped forward. Hardy made another signal, and one of his cars moved to block it.

Seeing what was happening, the royal bodyguards were so frightened that they quickly turned the wheel, causing the tires to screech against the pavement.

The car blocking the way forced them to stop, and they could only watch helplessly as Hardy's car disappeared from view.

Princess Margaret stared at the scene behind them, her face blank and her expression dazed. She swallowed hard again, realizing that in all her life, she had never experienced something this thrilling.

She had always liked to cause trouble.

She had been spoiled into being a bit willful.

But she had never encountered anything like this, and now she didn't know what to do.

She glanced at Hardy, but this time chose to remain silent.

Instead, she clung tightly to Elizabeth Taylor's arm.

Taylor looked at Hardy, then at Princess Margaret. She was clever enough to know that there was more to this story.

But she didn't ask.

She trusted Hardy would explain everything to her.

And so, the car blended into the traffic, quickly disappearing from sight.