Chapter 284: Chapter 284 Being A Playboy Isn't Easy

Her records had sold over a million copies, making her one of the top singers in America. She was a regular on MTV broadcasts on ABC TV.

Then they looked at the man.

Young and handsome.

Some didn't recognize Hardy and whispered to their companions, "is Gardner dating a pretty boy?"

Their companion gave them a disdainful look. "That's Mr. Jon Hardy, the owner of ABC. Recently, the newspapers reported that he acquired Wells Fargo Bank. His assets must be in the billions now."

"A billion? My God."

Although those dining in the restaurant were wealthy, they couldn't compare to a billionaire.

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Ava sat down.

She lovingly touched the necklace around her neck.

When Hardy had given her the necklace, she had screamed with excitement. After he put it on her, she had run to the mirror to look at it immediately.

In the large floor mirror, she admired her perfect naked body.

Her flat stomach, long legs, and ample bosom made her look like a Venus statue.

Before they went out for dinner.

Ava had specially worn the evening dress and the necklace, braving the cold Christmas weather in New York, undeterred by the chill.

The next day.

Hardy returned to Los Angeles. It was Christmas Eve.

Irena finished work and left the ABC TV building. At the entrance, a man in a suit stopped her. "Miss Irena, the boss has asked me to take you somewhere."

Irene recognized the man as Hardy's bodyguard and followed him to a car.

They arrived at a small two story villa in Beverly Hills. All the lights in the house were on. Irena looked at the bodyguard, who smiled at her. "The boss is waiting for you inside."

Irena pushed open the door, puzzled.

She saw Hardy sitting on the sofa, smiling, with the fireplace crackling and making the room warm. Hardy waved to Irena, who quickly sat next to him and took his arm.

"What is this place?"

"It's your Christmas gift. You won't need to rent anymore," Hardy said with a smile.

Irena was surprised, covering her mouth in disbelief. "For me? Really for me?"

"Of course. Would you like to tour your new house?"

"Yes, yes."

The villa wasn't large, about 500 square meters across two floors, with a small yard at the front and back. It was unremarkable in the lavish Beverly Hills but decorated very warmly, which Irena loved.

That night, they tested the bed's sturdiness extensively.

After their bath, Hardy took out a box, revealing a diamond brooch.

"I had this made especially for you."

Irena was thrilled, hugging Hardy tightly.

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Christmas arrived.

But there was no snow in Los Angeles.

Santa didn't come, but Hardy did, picking up Elizabeth Taylor for a shopping spree.

They went to an amusement park, where they skated, and Taylor fell into Hardy's arms several times.

By evening, they returned to Hardy's estate. After dinner, they sat in the yard to watch the fireworks. There was a fireworks display that night, and the fireworks were beautiful as they lit up the sky.

The weather was a bit chilly, and the two of them huddled under a blanket. Taylor snuggled into Hardy's arms, loving the feeling.

"Mr. Hardy, I'll be 16 soon."

Taylor turned around, her violet eyes gazing at Hardy.

"Don't worry, you'll grow up soon," Hardy said, kissing Taylor's flawless cheek.

He took out a box from behind.

"Here's your Christmas gift."

Inside was a blue sapphire necklace, a large sapphire weighing about ten carats, shining with a captivating blue light under the lamp.

Taylor loved the color, excitedly climbing onto Hardy and kissing him.

They had a late night.

But before midnight, Hardy took Taylor home.

When Sara saw Taylor's sapphire necklace, she was envious. Although she was a mother, she was also a woman.

Each woman received a gift.

Having many girlfriends means giving many gifts. Being a playboy isn't easy.

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After several days at sea, a cargo ship from America arrived at the London port. Victor led a team in a truck to the port to pick up the goods. Hardy had only told Victor that this shipment contained pharmaceuticals but did not specify what kind. Additionally, the shipment had an exemption certificate, so Victor smoothly obtained the cargo and transported it back to the company.

When he opened the container, he was immediately shocked.

"Oh my God, it's penicillin! It's actually penicillin!"

No wonder the boss didn't mention it in the telegram—he probably feared the information might leak and cause problems.

After counting, there were a total of 100,000 bottles.

Victor thought to himself, if these goods were sold at black market prices, they would be worth over a million dollars.

Victor quickly ran to the telegraph office to send a message to Hardy: "Boss, the goods have arrived. Do you have any further instructions?"

Victor didn't leave after sending the telegram but waited at the telegraph office.

Two hours later, Victor received a reply: "You are fully in charge of handling the pharmaceuticals. There will be this amount of goods every month from now on. Deposit the money from the sales into the account, and use it to purchase artworks and real estate."

"Our group plans to collaborate with Merck Pharmaceuticals to open a factory in London this year. You can start looking for a site or purchase an existing factory for renovation. After the New Year, more people will be sent to the U.K, and you will be responsible for their arrangements." Read new chapters at m_v-l'e-NovelFire

Victor received the telegram, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

A hundred thousand bottles of penicillin every month this was like shipping gold. Plus, opening a pharmaceutical factory and expanding investments in this area showed that the boss highly valued the business in the U.K.

The London auction company had already been established, named "HARDY Auction Company," Victor, knowing the importance of the facade so he rented a big and fancy office building.

This building was originally a small bank with three floors. After the bank moved out, the building was renovated with a vault, perfect for storing antiques.