The Tyrant Billionaire

"It\'s a small matter, don\'t mention it," the godfather said with a smile.

After hanging up, Hardy instructed Henry, "Henry, take 30 men, charter a plane, and head to Miami as quickly as possible. Contact the Lucchese family and ask for their help in finding this guy named Leo."

Hardy handed Henry the portrait.

"Got it, boss. I\'ll head out right away," Henry replied and left.

The auction house\'s general manager\'s office was left with just Hardy, Elena, and Irina. Elena glanced at Hardy and whispered, "Even if we get the $100,000 back, the effort and money spent will be considerable."

Hardy smiled, "I don\'t care about the $100,000. I\'m just pissed about being conned. No matter the cost, I\'ll find him and make him understand the consequences of crossing Jon Hardy."

Hardy gently patted Elena\'s cheek, "Don\'t be sad, it\'s a minor issue. Are you hungry? Let\'s go eat something."

Elena blushed slightly but did not resist as Hardy touched her face.

"I\'ll go wash my face and put on some makeup," Elena said softly.

She had cried earlier, and her makeup was ruined. Hardy smiled, "Take your time, no rush."

Irina accompanied Elena to the restroom to fix their makeup. Irina looked at Elena and whispered, "Elena, didn\'t you think Mr. Hardy looked so handsome just now?"

"What do you mean?" Elena asked as she wiped her face.

Irina\'s eyes were full of admiration, "He wasn\'t even fazed by losing $100,000, and he kept comforting you. A few phone calls and the whole of Los Angeles is looking for that con artist. Within a few hours, they found the guy\'s trail. Even if he fled to Miami, Hardy has connections to track him down. You can tell Mr. Hardy is very powerful."

Elena remained silent.

Irina giggled, "Why don\'t you confess your feelings to him?"

"I... he was just comforting me," Elena replied.

"You think I\'m that naive?" Irina rolled her eyes.

...

Victor stepped out of Miami Airport.

With no luggage in hand, he glanced at the bright Miami sunshine and pulled out his sunglasses, putting them on.

He liked Miami.

In January, Miami\'s highest temperature is around 23-24 degrees Celsius, and the lowest is about 14-15 degrees, very pleasant. Plus, the girls here are very enthusiastic. As long as you have money, you can find beauties of all kinds.

Victor found a hotel in the city and checked in. He immediately took out the check from his bag.

"$100,000, haha, all that hard work really paid off," he said, kissing the check.

He was the one who had conned Elena out of $100,000. His real name was Victor, originally a con artist from France. He had once been caught and sentenced to five years in prison.

During World War II, the prison released all inmates to join the military against the Germans. Victor donned a uniform for just a few days before their position was bombarded by the Germans, leading to a massive retreat. He wasn\'t suited for combat and fled, eventually making his way to the U.S., where he settled.

In the U.S., he resumed his old tricks. He knew a bit about finance, art, reading people, wooing women, and driving. He was an adept talker and con artist, often succeeding in his schemes.

To Victor, America was a con artist\'s paradise, full of opportunities. He could easily pick up riches by bending down.

Victor ordered lunch and fruit from the hotel. After eating, he lay on the bed and made a call to a New York number.

"Hello, who is this?" a pleasant female voice answered.

"Tracy, it\'s me," Victor said with a smile.

"Victor, I miss you. When are you coming back?" the woman asked.

"Soon, things have been going well. I\'ll be able to spend a lot of time with you. How\'s our baby?" Victor asked.

The woman touched her swollen belly and smiled, "She\'s doing great, very healthy, but she loves to kick. She\'s a mischievous little girl."

"How are you sure it\'s a girl?"

"Because I want a little girl," the woman replied.

Hanging up, Victor felt exceptionally happy. He had met a young girl named Tracy in a bar a few years ago.

Tracy was a simple and beautiful 19 year old. Victor, nearly forty, was twice her age. As an experienced seducer, it didn\'t take long for Tracy to fall for him. They shared a passionate night during a storm.

Soon after, Tracy discovered she was pregnant. Victor was excited by the news. Nearing forty, he also wanted a child and a family.

Thus, Tracy became the mistress of Victor\'s house. Now, seven months had passed, and in two months, the baby would be born.

Victor was pulling this con to save up for the baby\'s needs since raising a child wasn\'t easy.

Victor\'s home was a two story seaside apartment in Boston, Massachusetts. He loved the environment there. To be safe, he chose to leave the East Coast and head to Los Angeles this time.

After months of planning, he had finally struck gold. The $100,000 was enough for him, Tracy, and their baby to live comfortably for several years.

Henry chartered a plane to Miami, where someone picked them up at the airport. The car drove straight into the airport, and as soon as Henry and his team got off, someone approached to meet him.

"Hello, are you Mr. Henry? I\'m Alan, from the Lucchese family. I received a call from Boss Andeno and am here to assist you."

"Thank you." Henry shook hands in appreciation.

They drove to the gang\'s headquarters. Henry took out a stack of sketches and said, "This is the person we need to find."

"No problem. I\'ve gathered 200 people who know the local area well. We\'ll cooperate with you. How would you like to proceed?"