The Tyrant Billionaire

By the time his plane landed in Los Angeles, it was already evening. Instead of going home, Hardy went straight to the security company.

The current HD Security headquarters was no longer the toy factory it once was. Several new buildings had been erected, making it more like a real security company.

Hardy called Henry into his office.

"I'm giving you a task. This task requires extreme caution, but there's no rush; it can take three years, five years, even ten years."

"What is it, Boss?" Henry asked seriously.

"Assign someone to investigate the FBI Director, Hoover, and find dirt on him," Hardy said.

Henry was taken aback.

Hoover was incredibly famous in the United States, even more so than Hollywood stars. Almost every American had heard his name.

The FBI was known for investigating others, and now Hardy was asking him to investigate the head of the FBI. No wonder Hardy emphasized the need for caution and patience.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hardy recalled watching the movie Hoover.

He gestured for Henry to come closer.

Henry leaned in.

Hardy whispered "I've heard that Hoover like to play homo games, and that his boyfriend is the Deputy Director of the FBI, Clyde Tolson. They sometimes attend certain parties together. The American socity pays great attention to family unity espicialy politicians family if a man can't even take responsabilty for his family and go mess around how can he take care of the country."

"You could start from that angle."

Henry was stunned.

Imagining a chubby old man in his fifties wearing stockings and a long dress—what a scene. That image must be something else.

Ugh~~!

"This investigation must be incredibly discreet. You know how skilled Hoover and his FBI agents are; they specialize in this stuff. So, be extremely cautious. Don't worry about speed, and it's okay if there's no result, but you absolutely cannot expose yourself."

Hardy cautioned.

Henry nodded firmly. "I understand, Boss. If this gets out, we'll be in big trouble."

Hardy patted Henry on the shoulder.

"Henry, Hoover became the Director of the FBI at 29, and you founded HD Intelligence at 27. This will be a contest of strong individuals. If you can defeat Hoover, it will greatly elevate your standing."

"Oh, and keep an eye on our company. See if there are spies from other companies or intelligence organizations. Don't be careless."

"Also, make sure our communication devices are regularly checked to avoid anyone installing bugs or leaking information."

Hardy had left Washington so quickly to avoid Hoover bugging him. Washington was Hoover's home turf, and who knew how many bugs might have already been installed in hotels.

"I understand, Boss!" Henry replied in a deep voice.

Since there was a possibility of confronting Hoover, Hardy decided to prepare early.

Hardy wasn't afraid of confrontation as he belived that the joy of life lies in the struggle with others!

After discussing Hoover's matter with Henry, Hardy called Lancer in and told him about his conversation with Marshall. They would continue working with the Department of Defense, and the construction of the defense company needed to speed up.

"There are two more things. First, I'll be heading to Hong Kong in a few days. The group's industries there are expanding, so the security company and intelligence work need to keep up. Lancer, Henry, each of you select a suitable candidate to come with me to Hong Kong and stay there to manage operations."

Both nodded in agreement.

"Secondly, Henry, find a suitable candidate and assign them a team. Send someone to Japan to gather information on the commercial landscape there. Our group's business in the East will eventually expand to focus on Japan, so we need to have intelligence personnel in place early."

"Understood, Boss. I'll find the right person," Henry replied.

After giving his orders, it was already past 9 PM. Hardy had the driver take him to Irina's place.

Irina was now the star host and Vice President of ABC Television, a significant figure in Hollywood. Hardy had bought her a small villa near Beverly Hills, just 500 meters away from Elizabeth Taylor's house.

"Ding-dong~!"

Hardy rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?"

A middle aged African American maid came to the door.

Seeing it was Hardy, she greeted him respectfully, "Good evening, Mr. Hardy."

"Where's Irina?"

"Miss Irina is in her room. She's already taken a bath, but I'm not sure if she's reading or already asleep," the maid replied.

"Mrs. Molly, could you please prepare a simple dinner for me? I haven't eaten yet," Hardy requested, feeling a bit hungry after working all day.

"Oh my, Mr. Hardy, you haven't had dinner yet? I'll prepare it right away. Don't worry, it'll be quick," the maid quickly responded.

"Hehe, no need to rush."

Hardy hung his coat on the hook and changed into slippers before heading upstairs.

The bedroom lights were still on. Hardy pushed the door open to find Irina reading. Hearing the sound, she looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see Hardy.

"Ah~~ you're back!"

Irina threw aside her book, jumped out of bed, and in just a few steps reached Hardy, leaping onto him with a strong embrace. Her long legs wrapped around his waist.

Hardy quickly supported her firm backside.

This girl wasn't wearing anything.

She slept naked.

...

Meanwhile, in England.

At Buckingham Palace.

When Princess Margaret heard that Hardy had left England, she was quite surprised. "Wasn't their delegation supposed to stay for another half month? Why did he leave?"

"Tomorrow is President Johnson's inauguration ceremony in America. Acheson, David Rockefeller, and Mr. Hardy all returned to the U.S. I heard Acheson has been promoted to Secretary of State."

"The rest of the aid and inspection delegations haven't left yet, they're still in London."

"Will that Jon Hardy return?" Margaret frowned and asked.

"I'm not sure," the head guard replied.

Princess Margaret furrowed her brows and sent the head guard away before picking up the documents he had brought.

That shameless man had caused her nightmares for two or three nights in a row. She had originally wanted to find a chance to get revenge on him, but now he was gone, and she didn't even know if she would ever see him again. What use were these documents she had on him?