The Tyrant Billionaire-Chapter 676 Great Lengths To Meet

He believed them this time.

But if it turned out to be some kind of political game, he would stop all business he had with them.

Hardy took a B-29 plane, flew for over 20 hours, and finally arrived in the UK.

By the time he reached London, it was evening. He checked into a hotel and had a good night’s sleep. The next morning, he had his secretary notify the British royal family that he was ready to meet at any time. To his surprise, he immediately received a notification to meet at Buckingham Palace in the afternoon.

Princess Elizabeth would personally meet him.

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The office of Princess Elizabeth.

After King George VI fell seriously ill, Princess Elizabeth took on the duties of the heir apparent, overseeing all royal matters.

The palace guards led the way, with sentries stationed every 20 meters in full court armor — this kind of display only appeared during major events.

As Hardy walked through, he could feel the heavy atmosphere of authority.

The guards opened the large door, and Hardy entered. Princess Elizabeth, dressed in a crisp office suit, sat behind her desk. Hardy stood in the center of the large office. The situation now felt like an employee meeting with the CEO.

Hardy increasingly felt that something was off.

In the past, when Princess Elizabeth met with him, she would always come over, smile, shake hands, give him a hug, and then casually chat while having him sit down.

But this time, it felt like...

What exactly did it feel like?

Hardy’s mind briefly turned, and it felt like he was about to be reprimanded. Yes, that was the feeling — like he was being called in for a lecture. The guards in the corridor earlier had only helped to set the tone.

What was going on?

Princess Elizabeth waved her hand, signaling the guards to leave the office, and then looked at Hardy and said, "Viscount Hardy, please have a seat."

She gestured toward the chair in front of her desk.

Having come this far, Hardy knew she couldn’t really do anything to him.

He politely walked to the desk to sit down.

Princess Elizabeth looked at Hardy for two seconds, and then spoke, with her first words startling Hardy so much that he almost jumped up.

"Margaret is pregnant."

Hardy’s pupils contracted sharply.

Damn, so this was the reason.

Margaret was pregnant, and the royal family had found out. Margaret must have been unable to hide it, and now she had likely confessed, prompting them to urgently call him over.

Well, this explained why the usual formalities were skipped.

Because this was a family matter.

He had gotten the girl pregnant, and naturally, her parents weren’t pleased. Anyone in that situation wouldn’t be treated well.

Hardy thought to himself.

It must have been that time in Hong Kong.

It had been a little over two months, almost three. While on the boat, one time, they had gotten too carried away, and Hardy hadn’t been careful enough.

He thought it was just one time, but who would have thought it would be so precise and that it would lead to this.

Now, they had called him in.

It was clear they wanted to know how he planned to handle this.

What should he do?

Tell the future queen that it’s just a pregnancy, abort the child, and let your sister continue to be my mistress? The British royal family would likely stop at nothing to get rid of him.

If it were another woman, he might have dragged it out a little longer, but the British royal family cared about their reputation. This matter had to be resolved perfectly, and it had to be an outcome that they could accept.

These thoughts crossed his mind in an instant.

Hardy had already made up his mind. Upon hearing Princess Elizabeth say Margaret was pregnant, Hardy was initially stunned, then a surprised expression appeared on his face.

Yes, surprised.

To have his seed in her, it had to be a pleasant surprise.

But soon after, there was a tinge of fear in the surprise. After all, being caught in an affair wasn’t something he could feel proud about, so he looked at Princess Elizabeth, now with a hint of awkwardness.

When it came to acting, Hardy was no less skilled than any Hollywood actor.

"Ahem, Your Highness, may I see Margaret?" Hardy asked.

At this moment, anything he said would be wrong. The only thing that wouldn’t be wrong was showing concern for the woman, so Hardy directly asked about Margaret.

"She’s not feeling well," Princess Elizabeth replied.

"Oh, not feeling well? Then I’ll get the best doctors for her. Hardy Group owns several hospitals, and we have some of the best doctors in America." Hardy said.

Hearing Hardy’s concern for her sister, Princess Elizabeth felt slightly reassured. At least the man before her was being responsible, admitting the situation without denying it or shifting the blame, unlike she had feared.

"Do you admit the child is yours?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

Hardy nodded awkwardly. "Yes, it’s all my fault. Ever since that reception at the palace when the delegation came, I started having feelings for Margaret. After several more encounters, falling in love was completely beyond my control."

Blaming it on love was the best way to shirk responsibility.

"So, when she went to Hong Kong, was it something you two had discussed beforehand?" Princess Elizabeth asked.

"Yes," Hardy admitted readily.

"You created the 50,000-unit low-income housing project just to have an excuse to spend a whole day together, telling the outside world that you were discussing serious matters?" Princess Elizabeth asked again.

Now, looking back, it wasn’t hard to piece together the details.

"Yes," Hardy again confirmed.

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Princess Elizabeth couldn’t help but criticize them in her mind. These two had really gone to great lengths to meet. One had used state resources, taking a trip that cost hundreds of thousands of pounds.

The other had come up with a massive low-income housing plan, and the Hong Kong government had already submitted a proposal, with the project estimated to cost tens of millions of dollars.

Hardy had truly invested a lot just to meet with her sister.

Someone like him—perhaps it wasn’t fair to be too harsh. After all, he wasn’t entirely in the wrong. Besides being a bit of a playboy, what exactly could she fault Hardy for?

"Alright, Viscount Hardy, Margaret is in her chambers. You may go and see her," Princess Elizabeth said.

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