The Tyrant Billionaire

Monroe was grabbed, her whole body turning stiff, her eyes filled with fear because everything happened so suddenly. She wasn't prepared at all.

Give the boss a slap to wake him up.

Are you kidding?

This is Mr. Hardy, one of the top elites in the United States, one of the most powerful men in all of Hollywood. Even the president seeks his favor. Monroe wouldn't dare.

Monroe thought about it and tried to pull Hardy's arm off, but the more she tugged, the tighter Hardy held her.

She tried twice but couldn't succeed. Monroe finally gave up; how could her strength compete with a grown man's? She had no choice but to lie quietly beside Hardy.

Her upper body was held by a large hand, her lower body was pinned down by a strong leg, and the man's body was pressed tightly against her.

This made Monroe's heart race.

The room was lit,

Monroe slightly turned her face to look at Hardy. From this angle, she realized Mr. Hardy was indeed very handsome, not with delicate beauty but with a masculine ruggedness.

The scent of alcohol mixed with a faint trace of sweat from Mr. Hardy filled her nostrils, making Monroe feel somewhat intoxicated.

In that moment, Monroe felt so comfortable being held in this man's embrace.

She felt so safe.

Monroe's background was very troubled. Her mother was a single mom, and to this day, no one knows who her father was. Her mother had mental illness and had been hospitalized when Monroe was still a child.

Monroe was sent to several foster homes, with some unpleasant experiences along the way. She even stayed in an orphanage for a time. Her life was full of upheaval, and she lacked a sense of security.

Many times, she had woken up crying in the middle of the night. She even wondered if she had inherited her mother's mental illness.

But today, Lying next to this strong and powerful man, she felt an unprecedented sense of safety.

It was inexplicable but so real. Why was she feeling like this? Monroe couldn't understand it.

Maybe it was because, in her most difficult moment, Mr. Hardy sent someone to find her and gave her this job, helping her life improve gradually.

Maybe it was because he was strong, his sturdy leg pressing on her. Though heavy, it gave her a unique sense of being grounded. This pressure made her feel at ease.

Or maybe it was his large hand gripping her chest.

His hand was big and strong, radiating warmth, even feeling hot, warming her cold chest.

Or maybe it was because Mr. Hardy was extremely wealthy and powerful. People said that Mr. Hardy was now the most influential man in Hollywood. A man like that could protect her. She was like a little deer, constantly injured, her body full of arrows, hoping for a strong man to rescue her.

Of course, She had also heard rumors that Mr. Hardy controlled the Los Angeles underworld and was the biggest boss on the West Coast.

Monroe didn't care about that at all.

It just showed that Mr. Hardy was truly a man among men. If she became his woman, even being beaten by such a man would be a kind of happiness.

Was she twisted?

No, She just had a bit of a psychological problem in her pursuit of security.

During the day, she had helped with promotion, attended a party at night, had some drinks, and was already exhausted. Lost in her thoughts, Monroe slowly drifted off to sleep.

The assistant and two bodyguards stood outside the door, but after a long time, Monroe hadn't come out. They exchanged glances.

"What should we do? Should we go in and check?" one of the bodyguards asked.

"Maybe the boss decided to keep Miss Monroe? What if we disturb them?" the assistant hesitated.

The bodyguard frowned and thought for a couple of seconds. "No, we have to ensure the boss's safety. The boss didn't instruct us to find any woman tonight."

The assistant thought it over and nodded.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The boss's safety comes first.

The bodyguard carefully opened the door, making no sound. The Ritz-Carlton's facilities were top-notch.

The bodyguard tiptoed to the bedroom door and peeked inside. The room was lit, and the situation on the bed was clear.

The boss was hugging the blonde woman, his leg over her body. The boss was breathing evenly, and the woman seemed to be asleep as well.

Confirming the boss was safe, the bodyguard retreated.

Alright, time to clock out.

Who knows how long had passed when Monroe woke up groggily. She found herself lying in a strange room with a man beside her.

It took her several seconds to recall what had happened.

She looked at the clock on the bedside table: 3:30 a.m. She glanced at the man beside her, Mr. Hardy. He was no longer pinning her down, but now he was on the other side.

Monroe slowly moved her body. This time, Hardy didn't grab her, and she slowly pulled herself out of his embrace.

Sitting up and adjusting her dress, Monroe glanced at the man on the bed again, then tiptoed out of the room and down to the regular guest area a few floors below, opening the door to her own room.

As she opened the door, her roommate woke up, surprised to see Monroe. "Why are you back so late?"

Monroe forced a smile.

"Something came up. Go back to sleep."

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The roommate seemed to have an idea of what had happened, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Monroe took off her evening gown and lay in bed, but for some reason, the bed felt cold. She missed the warmth of the embrace she had just left.

She slowly raised her hand.

Would this give her a sense of security?

But after trying, she found out.

No. Not at all.

She suddenly regretted it. Why did she leave? It would have been better to sleep until morning. She could deal with everything else after waking up.

She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep soundly.

The next day.

Hardy woke up feeling well rested. After washing up and drying his hair, he glanced at the bed and smiled to himself.

He had indeed drunk a lot last night.

But he wasn't blackout drunk. That whole "I don't remember what I did after drinking" thing is nonsense because when you're truly drunk, you can't do anything.

He knew Monroe had helped him into the room and undressed him. Hardy had pulled Monroe over, taking advantage of the situation.

He liked the feeling of holding a woman while he slept after drinking.

But he did drink quite a bit last night, so nothing else happened. He had just held Monroe and fallen asleep.

He didn't know when she left, but he guessed that Monroe had waited until he was asleep before leaving.

Since coming to this world.

Hardy had become indifferent to many things.

Fawning over and pursuing women?

Impossible.

He would take what he wanted without hesitation.

He could spoil and pamper them, but only if he felt like it. If they didn't listen, they could leave.

Before Monroe sat on his lap last night, Hardy didn't think much of it. But after her bold move.

She naturally belonged to him.

If anyone else tried to get involved, too bad for them. HD Security, the Los Angeles gang, and Hardy's Group would have a "talk" with them.