The Tyrant Billionaire

What was Monroe doing?

She was attending an acting class. Monroe knew that her acting skills were lacking, so she asked the company for help, and they arranged for her to audit a class at the University of Southern California's drama department.

On stage, the professor taught earnestly, and Monroe took notes diligently. She had been just a girl from the countryside and had always longed for university lectures like this, dreaming that one day she could attend such a prestigious institution.

Now, that dream had somewhat come true.

Monroe was a good student, but not everyone else had the same self-control. Many people kept sneaking glances at her.

Especially the male students.

Monroe was now very famous—champion of Super Idol, America's sexy sweetheart, and the dream girl of countless men. Her mere presence in the classroom was enough to distract many students.

Class ended.

Everyone started leaving the classroom.

Monroe gathered her things and walked out, but as soon as she stepped outside, she was surrounded. "Miss Monroe, can I have your autograph?"

"Miss Monroe, hello, my name is Johnny. We've organized a small campus acting team. We practice together regularly. Would you be interested in joining us?"

"Miss Monroe..."

The crowd continued talking around Monroe.

Monroe just smiled lightly without saying much, but then she suddenly looked up and saw a few cars parked on the road in the distance. The window of one car rolled down, and she spotted someone she had been missing dearly.

"Excuse me."

Monroe quickly stepped down the stairs, the sound of her high heels clicking against the ground. Read new adventures at empire

She ran toward the convoy of cars.

The car door opened.

Monroe climbed inside, throwing herself into the arms of a man. The car door closed, the window rolled up, and the convoy slowly drove away.

Many men who witnessed this scene felt dejected. Monroe was far beyond their reach. Rumor had it that she was the woman of Hardy, the powerful boss of the Hardy Group. Compared to Hardy, they didn't stand a chance.

Dinner.

Conversation.

Monroe's face was constantly adorned with a smile.

She felt that life at that moment was the most beautiful it had ever been.

That night, the two returned to Monroe's apartment.

Hardy's women didn't live at the Hardy estate on a daily basis. They all had their own houses. Hardy planned to buy a small villa for Monroe in Beverly Hills, but for now, no suitable place had been found. Monroe currently lived in a high-end apartment building in downtown Hollywood, with over 200 square meters of space.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As they entered, Monroe noticed a large box standing by the door. She glanced at Hardy.

"I got you a gift."

"What is it?"

"Open it and see."

Carrying the box inside, Monroe opened it.

Inside was a large Barbie doll, about 60 centimeters tall, with platinum blonde hair. The doll looked remarkably like Monroe, and it was wearing the same red, glittering gown that Monroe had worn when she won Super Idol.

"Is this... me?" Monroe exclaimed in surprise.

"There will soon be a new addition to the Barbie lineup—'Princess Monroe.' What do you think? Do you like it?" Hardy asked.

"I love it. I love it so much."

Monroe hugged the doll and ran to Hardy's side, throwing herself into his arms, showering him with kisses.

Then she curled up in Hardy's arms, playing with the Barbie doll.

Very few girls could resist the charm of a Barbie doll.

The Barbie company had been growing for the past two years, continually releasing new products. Now, they had introduced larger Barbie dolls, with the biggest being over 60 centimeters tall.

Their designs were also more exquisite.

Of course, they were also much more expensive.

The current Barbie dolls had become true luxury items.

Now that Monroe had become Hardy's woman, launching a Monroe Barbie doll was inevitable. Before Hardy went to England, he had instructed the Barbie factory to create this, and now that he was back, the sample had been delivered to him.

"Wait for me."

Monroe suddenly remembered something and ran inside the apartment.

Not long after,

Monroe returned wearing the same red gown she wore for Super Idol.

She looked exactly like the 'Monroe Barbie doll.'

If an outsider saw this, they might have thought the doll had come to life.

Wearing crystal high heels, Monroe stepped forward slowly, approaching Hardy, pressing her body against his, and whispering into his ear.

"Mr. Hardy, tonight, I'm your Barbie doll."

Her fingers slid down from her chest, tracing her body.

Hiss~~.

What man could resist such temptation?

...

The next day.

Hardy arrived at the headquarters of the group to meet Andy. Andy reported on the group's recent situation. The company was doing well in all areas, and each subsidiary had its own president. Andy oversaw everything, so there was no need for Hardy to worry too much.

Henry and Lancer had found the right people.

Hardy took the files and started reading. In addition to written descriptions, the files contained color photos.

Lancer recommended the head of the Hong Kong HD Security Company, a man named Brian Mills, a man in his mid-thirties who looked very steady and composed.

Henry recommended the head of the Hong Kong intelligence department, a man named John Wick, a slim, tall man in his thirties with black hair. Hardy sensed a melancholic air in his gaze.

The head of the Japanese intelligence department was named Duncan Vizla, a man in his forties with a cold gaze. Henry recommended him for Japan not only because he was calm and capable but also because he spoke Japanese.

Language skills were crucial when working abroad.

After reviewing the information on these three men, Hardy suddenly recalled a famous phrase that had been circulating for a long time.

"Don't mess with Liam Neeson's daughter."

"Don't mess with Keanu Reeves' dog."

"Don't mess with Mads Mikkelsen's retirement fund."

Damn, had he just assembled the three "untouchables" for himself?!

"Okay, it's settled. Have them each bring their teams. We're heading to Hong Kong together," Hardy says.