The Tyrant Billionaire

She picked up the egg tart and took a few bites. Ah, it felt so comforting. Carefully, she scooped up the cake, and in no time, both pieces were gone.

She drank the champagne and orange juice.

This was her cocktail.

Taylor was satisfied with her drink selection.

Her mother had told her not to drink, but children her age were naturally curious and rebellious, always expressing their resistance through small tricks.

There was still a piece of pudding on the plate.

But she couldn't pick it up. How was she going to eat it?

Taylor thought for a moment,

Finally, she simply leaned over the plate.

When she looked up, she saw a tall figure standing before her, startling Taylor. The way she was now, eating in such an unladylike manner, would surely ruin her image if it got out.

She noticed the man in front of her smiling at her.

What kind of smile was that? Was she amusing him by eating pudding like this?

But this man seemed familiar.

"It's you!"

Taylor finally remembered, this man was the one who had eavesdropped on her and her mother's conversation when they got out off the car.

"Hello again. We meet once more," Hardy said with a smile.

"Meeting you isn't exactly a pleasant experience."

Taylor pouted, looking coy.

"Is that so? I think it's quite entertaining," Hardy teased. Seeing Taylor embarrass herself twice was indeed amusing.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

Taylor's wide eyes showed surprise.

"You have got pudding on your mouth," Hardy remarked.

Taylor was taken aback and quickly took the handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

"It seems like you don't really enjoy it in there?" Hardy looked at the girl.

At this moment, Taylor loosened up a bit, possibly due to the effect of alcohol. She pursed her lips.

"All the people inside are big stars, and I'm just a nobody. Mom dragged me over to say hi to them. Someone would laugh and say, 'Ah, you're the girl who acted with a dog or you're the one who acted with a horse...' all animal-related."

Hearing the girl's self deprecation, Hardy burst out laughing.

He realized that Elizabeth Taylor was still just a little girl—simple and beautiful..

"Being remembered is already quite good. Many in Hollywood don't even get that chance. So, what kind of roles do you like?" Hardy asked.

The girl thought for a moment. "I want to play characters with personality and uniqueness."

Just as she finished saying this, the girl's mood suddenly dropped.

"Forget about unique roles, right now, I don't even have regular roles. I'm just playing extras beyond the fifth or sixth character."

She lowered her chin, leaning on her little chest, which was beginning to take shape.

Hardy thought for a moment before saying to the girl, "I have an interesting story here. If I get a chance, I'd like to turn it into a movie. Would you like to hear it?"

Taylor looked up at Hardy.

"What story?"

There happened to be a streetlight behind Hardy, and Taylor looked up. The light illuminated her face perfectly, especially her flawless eyes, through which Hardy could see countless emotions.

Slowly, Hardy began telling the story:

"The story takes place in the New York slums. There's a professional hit-man named Léon. He's calm and mysterious when killing, yet full of passion. Léon lives in a slum apartment, living a simple life—eating, sleeping, and carefully tending to his beloved potted plant.

"In the same apartment building lives a family of five: a father who's a police informant, a mother who's a prostitute, a 19-year-old daughter, a 14-year-old daughter, and the youngest brother, who is six. The policeman the father works for secretly deals with drugs. One day, the father steals a package of drugs from that policeman, and the policeman, in a fit of rage, kills the entire family.

When the daughter returns home, the apartment door was slightly open, and she sees bloodstains and bodies inside.

The policeman also noticed her walking in the hallway. Matilda was frightened, but she pretended to be the daughter of their neighbors, went straight to the room where the killer lived, and rang the doorbell she begged the person inside to open the door so she won't die..."

At first, Taylor didn't think much of it.

But as she listened to Matilda plight, she was drawn in, becoming tense about the fate of this girl.

The pair of big blue-purple eyes stared at Hardy flickeringly.

When she heard that Léon finally opened the door and let Matilda in, temporarily saving her, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When she heard the hit-man teaching the girl how to use a gun, she smiled—a rare sight.

Hardy spoke of the relationship between Matilda, a 14-year-old girl, and Léon, a 40-year-old hit-man, drawing closer due to their shared loneliness and longing for warmth, sparks flying subtly. Taylor couldn't help but swallow.

When she heard about the corrupt policeman bringing in a large group of officers to attack Léon, she became tense again.

Finally, when Hardy talked about Léon sacrificing himself to save the girl, telling her to leave while he detonates a grenade on himself and the corrupt cop, sadness flashed in her big eyes.

"What do you think of this story?" Hardy asked Taylor.

Taylor's thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, carrying some sadness as she said, "This is the most special story I've ever heard. I never thought such love could exist so naturally. I think it will definitely be a good movie."

"Elizabeth, where are you?" Taylor's mother Sarah's voice came.

The girl was startled and immediately stood up to go, but then she stopped and looked at Hardy. "After chatting for so long, I still don't know your name."

"It's been a pleasure meeting you tonight, Mr. Hardy, and hearing such an exciting story. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Hardy smiled and said "If two people meet three times in a day, it means they are destined? Maybe we'll meet again soon."