The Tyrant Billionaire

While eating, Elena couldn\'t shake a strange feeling but couldn\'t pinpoint what was wrong.

Hardy looked at the delicate girl in front of him.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Unlike other men, he didn\'t need to bother with flowers, dinners, or movies.

This was much better. He had her working for him, and if he wanted to take her out for dinner, he could, under the guise of celebrating the company\'s establishment.

In the future, they would have more opportunities to interact as boss and subordinate. Whenever he wanted to take her out for dinner, he could just mention discussing work.

During dinner, they chatted about how to operate the new company. Hardy offered the simplest plan.

First, complete the company setup. Then, recruit a team of professionals, Start the acquisition business, and he would handle the finances.

Time flew by, and it was already past nine in the evening.

Hardy drove the girl back to USC, parking the car in front of the dormitory. Elena got out of the car and waved goodbye to Hardy.

When she opened the door to her dorm, she found her roommate Irina sitting on the living room sofa, pouting and giving her a sidelong glance.

"What\'s up?" Elena asked in surprise.

"Elena, I just realized you\'re someone who values romance over friendship. Did you go out with Mr. Hardy and have dinner together?" Irina asked angrily.

Elena smiled.

She walked over to the sofa and sat down.

"Yes, we not only had dinner."

"Ah, what else did you do?" Irina asked urgently.

"We also started a company."

Irina was stunned.

Starting a company was the last thing she expected.

Elena recounted her afternoon to Irina and showed her the company registration certificate. Irina, holding the certificate, asked in astonishment, "Did you really set up a company so quickly and you were appointed as a general manager?"

"Elena, isn\'t your company recruiting? How about me?" Irina asked eagerly.

"You, won\'t it interfere with your studies?" Elena responded.

"No, I\'m about to enter my senior year. I need work experience, and since we\'re roommates, it\'ll be convenient to discuss company matters. You\'re now the general manager, so just make me a department manager."

While talking, Irina kept rubbing her body against Elena\'s arm.

"Go away, your seductive tactics don\'t work on me." Elena pushed Irina away forcefully, but Irina clung on tightly.

"Assistant, you can be my assistant for now."

"Yay~~"

Irina cheered in victory.

The next day.

Elena called Mr. Jack from the Los Angeles British gang and told him that she and her classmates had retrieved their bags.

Yesterday, Leopard had reported the incident to Mr. Jack, saying that by the time he arrived, the thieves had already been caught by Big Ivan from the Bill gang.

He was told that the lady\'s bags would be returned.

"Elena, who returned the bags to you?"

Mr. Jack wanted to know who had the influence to mobilize the Bill gang to retrieve the items.

"A new friend I met. When we were in danger, he helped us drive away those thieves," Elena explained.

"Oh, I see. By the way, what\'s your friend\'s name?"

"His name is Jon Hardy, why do you ask, Uncle Jack?"

"Oh, nothing, just curious. It\'s good that everything is fine. Elena, focus on your studies. If anything comes up, call me anytime."

"Okay, Uncle Jack, I\'m hanging up now."

After hanging up, Mr. Jack frowned and began to ponder.

Who is this Jon Hardy? Could he be the son of a prominent family in Los Angeles? In fact, Hardy had always kept a low profile. During his gang days, he was just a small leader. Later, he formed his own team, conducting operations in the shadows. He eliminated the Spanish gang and formed the Bill gang, making Bill the boss.

In the underworld, Hardy left no trace.

Even now, if the FBI investigate his background, they can only find out that he owns of several companies, with no criminal record or gang affiliation—a clean slate.

Several days passed.

Hardy received a call from Ava Gardner, who told him that the crew had finished filming and would return to Los Angeles in three days at most.

"I\'ll give you a proper welcome when you get back," Hardy said with a smile.

Just after hanging up, the phone on the table rang again. It was Big Ivan calling.

"Boss, you said to starve those bastards for a week. The time is up. What do you want to do with them next?" Big Ivan asked.

Big Ivan wasn\'t very smart, straightforward in his actions, typical of a Slavic personality, but he was very diligent in executing orders.

"How are those guys now?" Hardy asked casually.

Big Ivan laughed, "At first, they were howling with hunger. I know that feeling, it\'s terrible. Every couple of days, I\'d bring them out and give them a beating. Can\'t let them stay comfortable, this is no vacation."

"When I have nothing to do, I will let them confess and explain the wrong things they have done in the past. Hahaha, these guys told me all the bad things they have done before."

"Theft, robbery, extortion, fraud, and causing trouble. These guys have done it all. One guy said that once he broke into a house and happened to see a man and a woman there. He stole things while eavesdropping, and later found out that the two were having an affair. "

"While he was taking things, he accidentally made a noise, the man came out, and the guy simply shot the man. Seeing the screaming woman on the bed, he killed her too"

"Later, because of this incident, the woman\'s husband was convicted as a murderer. the man was a banker, a vice president of a bank, and the case was widely reported at the time. "

At first, Hardy thought it was just a joke.

But as he listened, he felt something was off.

This plot seemed familiar.

A thief breaking into a house, killing an adulterous couple, a banker wrongfully imprisoned.

Isn\'t this the plot of "The Shawshank Redemption"?

"Ivan, what\'s that thief\'s name?" Hardy asked seriously.

"I didn\'t ask his name," Big Ivan didn\'t care about the name of a scumbag.

"Don\'t release any of them. I\'m coming over now," Hardy ordered.

"Okay, boss!"