The Tyrant Billionaire

As Hardy and Taylor went out, Sara also prepared to follow.

Hardy turned to look at the woman and said, "Ms. Sara, I prefer to train Taylor alone. If you come along, the effectiveness will be greatly reduced."

Sara was taken aback for a moment.

Since childhood, she had been strict with her daughter, imposing various restrictions. Sometimes, due to her strictness, Taylor felt very confined and would even get angry with her mother.

But seeing Hardy's determined gaze, If she didn't agree, he might really give up training Taylor.

In order to secure the leading role, Sara decided to let her daughter go out alone with Hardy.

Taylor sat in Hardy's car.

This was her first time leaving her mother.

It felt amazing.

Even when she went out to shoot movies before, her mother would always be by her side. Now, without her mother's watchful eye, Taylor felt a genuine sense of freedom from within.

As if she had shed chains, broken free from a cage, and was now soaring freely in the sky.

She looked at Hardy.

A joyful smile spread across her face.

"Mr. Hardy, it feels so good to be out alone. What are we going to do next?"

"Let's go get you a hair cut."

Many people's transformations begin with a haircut.

At the hair salon, Taylor cut off her long, wavy hair and opted for a haircut resembling that of a typical schoolgirl, similar to Matilda's original look in the movie.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Taylor was extremely surprised.

Because she found that she almost didn't recognize herself anymore.

"If my mom sees me like this, she'll definitely scream, 'Oh my God!'" Taylor said it with a laugh.

Taylor's face was delicate, even with the schoolgirl haircut, she still looked very beautiful and now she had a touch of sophistication.

In fact, Natalie Portman is also a beauty, with delicate features, so the two don't clash in that aspect.

Hardy looked at Taylor's hair and had the urge to ruffle it.

So he did.

"Oh, you messed it up," Taylor exclaimed.

"Didn't you notice it looks better when it's messy?"

"No it doesn't."

The two got into the car.

Taylor rested against the car window, continuously glancing at her reflection in the rear view mirror to adjust her hair.

"How does it feel?"

Taylor suddenly smirked mischievously. "Feels more free!"

"What are we doing next?" Taylor asked eagerly.

"Next, we are going to the shooting range."

Hardy drove to Old Maike's Gun Shop, parking the car by the entrance. Old Maike stepped out of the shop, he recognized Hardy's car. Hardy was now his biggest customer, supplying all the guns and ammunition for the security company from Old Maike's store.

Hardy was Old Maike's esteemed VIP customer.

Old Maike greeted Hardy and then noticed a young girl stepping out from the passenger side, looking to be around 14 or 15 years old. He was slightly surprised.

"What a pretty young girl," Old Maike complimented.

Taylor smiled in gratitude and then curiously looked around.

Old Maike leaned closer to Hardy and whispered in his ear, "That girl looks pretty young. Be careful with that."

Hardy glanced at the old man.

"You've got it wrong," Hardy replied.

"Is that so? Hehh, I'm a man. Would I misunderstand a man with a girl?" Old Maike smirked.

After they entered the gun store.

Taylor was startled by the array of guns piled up.

She had been overly protected by her mother before and had never played with guns. She rarely encountered firearms, only seeing others use shotguns for hunting.

Hardy selected a few handguns, grabbed enough ammunition, and took Taylor to the shooting range in the back hills.

After loading the bullets, Taylor eagerly took the gun.

It felt weighty in her hands.

"Have you ever shot a handgun before?" Hardy asked.

"No," Taylor said, shaking her head.

"Then I'll teach you," Hardy replied.

Hardy stood behind Taylor, holding her in his embrace, his hands grasping the girl's tender hands, showing her how to grip the gun handle tightly.

Taylor was held by the man in his embrace, her back pressed firmly against his sturdy chest, and her waist was also held tightly.

It was the first time she had been so close to a man like this.

14 years old is the age of adolescence, when she is both ignorant and eager.

At this moment, different emotions gradually rose in her heart.

Taylor's cheeks flushed, and her breathing became slightly unsteady. Hardy glanced down at the girl in his arms and whispered in her ear, "You have to focus on your gun."

"Ah, okay," Taylor responded.

Taylor quickly straightened up.

Hardy explained to Taylor how to hold the gun and aim. "Now I'll hold your hand and fire a shot to demonstrate."

"Okay."

He pulled the trigger.

The girl's hand trembled.

Hardy helped her steady her grip.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of the gunshot made Taylor's body recoil slightly, but Hardy was behind her to support her.

"My hand feels numb," Taylor said.

"You lack strength and precision, that's why it feels numb. Practice more, and you will improve," Hardy replied.

Taylor nodded.

"Let's continue."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

The revolver fired six bullets and only one of them missed the target.

Hardy let go of the girl, reloaded the gun, and assumed a simple posture. "Now it's my turn for this round. Watch and try to learn."

"Okay" Taylor nodded.

Hardy aimed quickly and fired.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Several crisp shots were heard in the distance, hitting the target each time.

Taylor looked at Hardy with admiration. "Mr. Hardy, you're really skilled, like a sharpshooter in the movies."

Hardy, while clearing the chamber and removing the shells, said, "It's nothing for me. I used to be in the military, good marksmanship was necessary for survival."

Taylor asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Yes, I have. During the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor,"