The Tyrant Billionaire

The three got into the car, with the two girls sitting in the back. Hardy merged into traffic, glancing at the girls through the rear view mirror. "Are you students at USC?" he asked.

"Yes, we're juniors."

"What are your majors?"

"I'm majoring in journalism. My future goal is to be a radio host. My friend studies architecture as well as painting and sculpture," Irina said.

Hardy glanced at Elena through the rear view mirror. "Do you also like paintings?" Are you British?"

This time, Irina couldn't answer.

Elena nodded. "Yes, I'm of British descent. I not only like paintings but also other ancient relics, antiques, and sculptures. I consider them all artworks."

"Why did Mr. Hardy buy paintings? Is it because you like it or simply for investment?"

"I like it. Like you, I also like artwork, but I don't understand much about others, so I can only buy paintings that I have some understanding of." Hardy said.

The three chatted, and soon the car arrived at USC.

USC, the University of Southern California, is the oldest top private research university on the West Coast. The film school and journalism school of this university are both ranked first in the United States.

The two girls got out of the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Hardy, for saving us and bringing us back," Elena thanked again.

"Mr. Hardy, I'm in journalism school. If you want to visit USC, find me later, I'll be your guide," the French girl Irina said enthusiastically.

This girl is French.

She said it herself during the conversation in the car.

Her family fled to the United States from France during the early stages of the war.

"By the way, we're friends now, so you can call me Irina in the future," the girl said, leaning towards the car window.

From this angle, Is she trying to seduce me? Hardy thought to himself narcissistically.

"Okay, goodbye Irina, goodbye Elena."

Hardy finished speaking and drove away.

The two girls watched the car disappear, then walked into the school together. Irina leaned over to Elena and said, "Mr. Hardy is so handsome, and he has a great physique. When he fights, he looks like a lion, knocking down all those punks with just a few punches."

"If he invites me to dinner, I will definitely not refuse." Irina said with a smile.

"It seemed like you were the one eagerly inviting him just now. Do you still have the right to refuse?" Elena was speechless about her roommate.

"What's wrong with that? It's everyone's right to pursue good things when they see them, regardless of gender," Irina said with a hint of pride.

"You lost your wallet. You should consider how to live next." Elena gave Irina a fierce blow.

Ah~!

Irina lay injured on Elena's lap. "Elena, please take care of me, or I'll starve to death this month, sniff."

Hardy returned to the security company, had his subordinates move the boxes to the storage room, and went back to his office.

Thinking about those punks.

What's their background? Members of Red Bill's gang? Or just some random thugs and thieves not affiliated with any gang.

Picking up the phone, Hardy called Big Ivan. The call was quickly answered. "Ivan, it's Hardy."

"Ah, boss, what's up?" Big Ivan respectfully asked.

"Just an hour ago, there was a fight and robbery on Hollywood Boulevard. A group of punks took two girls' handbags. Investigate who those punks are, find them, catch them, and get the stuff back," Hardy said.

Then Hardy described the appearance of the six or seven punks.

"Boss, rest assured, I'll send people to find them. Even if I have to turn Los Angeles upside down, I'll find them for you," Big Ivan promised confidently.

Meanwhile.

Elena was also making a call.

After the call was connected Elena said "Uncle Jack, there's something I'm afraid I have to trouble you with."

"Elena, why are you still so polite with me? What's the matter?" A hearty voice came from the phone.

Elena recounted what happened on Hollywood Boulevard this afternoon.

"Are you injured?" Jack asked quickly.

"I'm not injured, but my classmate and I had our bags stolen by some people. My classmate's bag contained all her living expenses, and mine had a pair of earrings I had just bought as a gift for my mom's birthday next month. It's a pity they're gone. If you know anyone there, could you help me retrieve them?"

In the underworld, stolen items can sometimes be reclaimed if requested by influential figures.

"I understand, Elena. Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I'll make sure to get it back for you," Jack said.

After hanging up, Jack's expression turned serious.

Elena is the granddaughter of his boss. When she came to Los Angeles for school, her mother called asking him to take care of her. He didn't expect such a thing to happen today.

"Leopard!"

Jack called out.

A burly man in his thirties walked in.

"Boss, what's your order?" Leopard asked.

Jack explained the situation and told Leopard the physical characteristics of the people Elena had described. Finally, he said, "Take some men to Hollywood and investigate this matter thoroughly. Make sure to track down those bastards, get the stuff back, and bring them back too."

"Yes, boss!" Leopard responded and left. Downstairs, he gathered more than twenty people and drove several cars straight to Hollywood.

Jack pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone and called Red Bill's gang.

Hollywood was Bill's territory.

Last time, Bill's boss Mr. Hardy invited him to meet, and they agreed not to have unnecessary conflicts in the future.

Since his people were entering Hollywood, it was necessary to inform Red Bill's gang.

The call connected, Bill answered, and Jack first exchanged a few pleasantries before explaining the whole situation: "I don't know if those thieves are from your gang, but they attacked Miss Elena. i believe there must have been some misunderstanding in this situation, but we need an explanation."

Although Jack was a gang boss himself and was supported by a British noble family, he didn't dare offend Bill's gang to death.

Bill said solemnly, "Thieves? There are no such low level things in Bill's gang. I will let my subordinates investigate this matter."

After hanging up the phone, Bill asked his subordinates to understand the situation. After a while, his subordinates reported that a robbery incident did happen on Hollywood Commercial Street. but Big Ivan was already investigating the matter.

"Big Ivan, why is he investigating?"

Bill found it strange. Why would that stupid big guy suddenly start to investigate this matter for no reason?

He led people to find Ivan and ask him.

"Ivan, why are you investigating?" Bill found it really strange.

Ivan was puzzled too. Why would that Bill guy suddenly come to him?

Big Ivan said solemnly: "Boss Hardy asked me to investigate this matter."

Bill was even more surprised now.

The boss is interested in this as well.