The Tyrant Billionaire

That day, Hardy was at the Imperial Hotel, holding a meeting with representatives of Japan's seven major financial conglomerates, informing them about the upcoming Japanese Economic Conference. He also instructed the economic workgroup to invite other foreign investors in Japan to participate.

The meeting wrapped up by evening, and when Hardy returned to the estate, a security guard at the gate reported, "Boss, a young lady came to see you this afternoon. Without your permission, I didn't let her in, and she's currently waiting in her car nearby."

All of Hardy's bodyguards and residence security personnel were HD Security members, so they uniformly addressed him as "Boss."

Following the guard's indication, Hardy looked across the road at a black car. Noticing the returning convoy, someone got out of the car.

Hardy recognized Sayuri immediately.

She spotted Hardy through the open car window and hesitated to approach, aware of her position despite their intimacy.

Hardy motioned for her to come over with a slight beckoning of his finger.

Sayuri quickly trotted over, her heels clicking on the pavement. She stood beside Hardy's car, her dark eyes gazing at him. Just as she was about to speak, Hardy simply said, "Get in the car."

"Ah—oh, okay," Sayuri responded quickly.

The security guard opened the car door, and Sayuri climbed in, sitting next to Hardy. At that moment, she felt a bit nervous, unsure of what to say.

The car drove into the estate.

Hardy said nothing, and Sayuri didn't dare speak either.

They passed through the driveway and stopped in front of the villa. Hardy got out, and Sayuri hurriedly followed him. A few minutes later, they entered the bathroom, and after half an hour, they returned to the bedroom. Another hour passed, and the woman was left exhausted, barely able to move, her body trembling from repeated moments of intensity, leaving her only with ragged breaths.

She had come to discuss matters, but from the start, the man hadn't let her speak, leading her to the bath and having her assist with his bathing, and then overpowering her in his usual way.

Despite her fatigue, she struggled to get up, helping the man clean up and then went to the bathroom to rinse and brush her teeth.

When she returned to the bedroom, the man was reclining with a cigar, watching TV.

The program was from ABC Television, a children's show featuring Ayako Sasaki playing with a group of children.

"Do you know how to give a massage?" Hardy asked.

"A little, sir," Sayuri replied.

Hardy lay down, asking Sayuri to massage his back. Her technique was mediocre, and Hardy, with his eyes closed, said, "Take some time to learn massage."

"Yes, sir, I'll make sure to," Sayuri responded promptly.

"Did you have something you needed to discuss today?" Hardy asked.

Sayuri thought, finally! She then explained the disagreement between the headquarters' artistic director and the station's production team.

Listening to her, Hardy immediately saw through Tony's intentions: looking down on the Japanese team and hoping to create an impressive result for his career.

"You attended the meeting. What's your opinion?" Hardy asked.

"Oh, my opinion? I think we should keep it simple. The initial plan is already enough to appeal to the Japanese audience. The station isn't making much money yet, so excessive spending isn't ideal. Once it's more developed, we can adopt headquarters' model."

"Good, let's go with your suggestion," Hardy said.

"Wait—my suggestion?"

Sayuri was surprised.

"What, is there an issue?"

"No, but what about Mr. Tony?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just tell him it's my decision. Any other problems?"

"No, none."

Sayuri looked at the man lying on the bed, marveling at how effortlessly he solved everyone's concerns with a single statement.

Now that's a man.

She resumed her massage with newfound focus. Shortly, Hardy turned over, resting his head on her thighs while she massaged his temples.

Her thighs were soft and springy.

Hardy's hand moved up to explore.

"Mm~!"

Sayuri didn't leave Hardy's estate until after ten that night.

The next day, the station meeting resumed. Tony presented a more detailed plan and, with a forceful tone, insisted that the station must execute it according to his vision to achieve the best results.

No one dared to contradict him.

Tony felt quite pleased with himself, seeing the Japanese team remain silent.

But then Sayuri spoke up, "Mr. Tony, your plan is indeed excellent. If Japan had an audience base and ad revenue as strong as America's, we would absolutely follow it. But the situation here differs from that in the U.S."

"Last night, I consulted with Mr. Hardy, and he approved our plan," Sayuri said.

Ha—Mr. Hardy!

Tony froze.

Hardy was the company's top executive, Tony's boss's boss's boss. There was no way he'd dare to argue against Hardy's decision.

"Oh, if it's Mr. Hardy's decision, then of course. Miss Yoshida, may I ask what your plan entails?" Tony's tone softened dramatically.

Everyone in the room turned to Sayuri, gazing at her with admiration.
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Her mention of "last night" made it clear to everyone that Sayuri had gone to great lengths to support the local station. Tony, who had been so arrogant and domineering, transformed instantly at the mere mention of Hardy's name.

Sayuri outlined her plan, which was essentially the original proposal created by the local station team, which Tony had previously dismissed entirely.

This time, Tony listened attentively and nodded frequently.

He finally praised the plan, saying it was practical and he would provide guidance on artistic details to enhance it.

The meeting concluded smoothly.

On her way back to her office, Sayuri received countless respectful glances. Not long after she returned, the station director stopped by.

He smiled and said, "The station plans to promote you to assistant program planner. You'll be taking on more responsibility for this show, Sayuri."

Sayuri was overjoyed. Previously, she was only the host; now, she was part of the program's decision-making team.

"You've worked hard, Sayuri," the director said with a smile.