The Tyrant Billionaire

The group sat down to continue their conversation.

President Johnson smiled and said, "Everywhere we go, the public is very enthusiastic. Honestly, I'm a bit tired, but I'm full of energy."

"I think you should be extra careful about security now. I remember President Roosevelt was almost assassinated during a speech in Miami," Hardy cautioned.

Buckley nodded. "Hardy's right. I remember it was in 1933 when a man named Zangara fired five shots at President Roosevelt. Luckily, none of them hit. We can't afford to make the same mistake."

Hardy suggested to the President, "You still have three more speeches in Miami. How about I have HD Security send over some additional personnel to beef up security?"

President Johnson looked around at the others. "Do we really need that?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. There was no harm in being extra cautious, especially during such a critical time. Who knew if someone desperate might try something?

"Alright, thank you, Hardy," President Johnson agreed.

The conversation then shifted back to how to increase support. However, since the campaign was already in its final stages, most strategies had been exhausted, and no one could come up with any groundbreaking ideas.

Suddenly, Hardy had a thought and said, "Mr. President, I have an idea."

"Oh? What's your idea?" Johnson asked, intrigued.

Everyone else also turned to look at Hardy. They all knew that Hardy often came up with clever tactics, ones that could devastate opponents.

"How about we do a 'Presidential Live Debate' broadcast?"

"Live debate?" The term was unfamiliar to them.

Hardy explained the concept in detail, and the others quickly understood.

Hardy concluded by saying, "We'll hold the debate at ABC Television. We'll use our own host, and even the comments from the host and the commentators can have a subtle bias in our favor, which will be a huge advantage for us."

"If Dewey accepts the challenge, you can ask him about his policies regarding corruption and remind the public of the 'Black Gold' scandal. It would be a massive embarrassment for Dewey, and I'm sure his face will look terrible."

"And if he doesn't accept the challenge?" Buckley asked.

Hardy smiled. "If he doesn't accept, that's fine too. We'll have already announced the challenge to the press. If Dewey doesn't accept, it'll look like he's afraid—a coward who doesn't dare face a challenge. Do you think people will support a candidate like that?

"Afterward, we can have newspapers publish some articles, get a few commentators to write scathing critiques, and further damage his popularity."

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Everyone looked at Hardy, impressed.

Hardy's plan was truly ruthless.

Agree to the debate, and Dewey's 'Black Gold' scandal would be exposed.

Refuse the debate, and he'd be labeled a coward. Either way, they could spin it to their   advantage.

It was a brilliant plan—an open strategy that Dewey couldn't counter.

"I think this plan is fantastic. I'm in," Buckley said with a smile.

The others also voiced their approval.

Finally, President Johnson nodded with a smile. "Alright, let's have the campaign committee issue the challenge to Dewey and have the newspapers publish the letter."

That evening, there was a small reception in the hotel ballroom. Celebrities like Marilyn Monroe, Shania Twain, and several other stars from Hardy's talent shows were in attendance. Hardy hadn't realized that they had come to Miami for promotional events too.

The party was lively, with everyone drinking and chatting casually.

Hardy made his way over to the group of celebrities. When they saw their big boss approaching, everyone quieted down and looked at him attentively.

"You've all worked hard. I'd like to toast you. You're part of the Hardy Group, and I believe you all have bright futures ahead," Hardy said with a smile.

Their big boss offering a toast? Everyone quickly raised their glasses and took a sip.

Hardy turned to Marilyn Monroe and asked with a smile, "How's your leg doing?"

"Ah!" Monroe blushed at the mention of her embarrassing incident.

Everyone else had heard about Monroe's stomach problems that had left her stranded in San Francisco. She had taken Hardy's private plane and fallen off the bed when it landed. Now that Hardy brought it up, the others couldn't help but stifle their laughter.

"It's all better now," Monroe replied, her face still red.

Hardy had had quite a bit to drink at the reception, and by the time he made his way to the elevator, he was already a bit wobbly. Monroe and the others happened to be in the elevator with him, and when it started with a slight jolt, Hardy suddenly felt dizzy.

He reached out to steady himself, and his hand landed on Monroe. She quickly caught him, concerned. "Mr. Hardy, are you okay?"

The others rushed forward to help as well.

Hardy's eyes were glazed over as they slowly escorted him to his room. Once he was lying in bed, Hardy's assistant looked at the others and said, "Everyone else can leave now."

Just as Hardy was getting up to undress, the assistant called out to Monroe, who was the last to leave. "Miss Monroe, wait a moment."

"Yes? What is it?" Monroe asked, puzzled.

"Could you help Mr. Hardy with his clothes?" the assistant said before leaving the room.

The assistant was a man, and it wasn't appropriate for him to undress the boss. If rumors spread that Hardy and his assistant had some kind of scandal, the boss would likely kill him.

However, if there were rumors about Hardy and one of his actresses, people would just smile knowingly—it wouldn't be a big deal. So, the assistant left Monroe to handle it.

Monroe walked over to the bed and helped Hardy take off his jacket. Just then, she heard the door click shut. The assistant had left.

Monroe hung the jacket neatly. It was an expensive suit, likely worth several hundred dollars.

Monroe underestimated its value. This custom made suit, tailored by two top craftsmen from Zegna for Hardy, could easily sell for over a thousand dollars.

Next, Monroe helped Hardy remove his shoes, which were also custom made.

Then she hesitated. Should she take off his pants too?

In the end, Monroe gritted her teeth and unbuckled Hardy's belt, tugging his pants down. But Hardy was too heavy, and she couldn't get them off. Finally, Monroe climbed onto the bed, straddling Hardy's legs, using both hands to pull his pants down.

"Mmm..."

Hardy groaned.

As his legs shifted, Monroe lost her balance and fell onto Hardy. With his eyes still closed, Hardy wrapped his arms around Monroe, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him, his leg draped over her body.

But it didn't stop there.

Hardy's hands began wandering over Monroe's body, as if searching for something.

Monroe's eyes widened in shock.

Oh my God.

He's grabbing me.

Oh my God, oh my God, what do I do now?!