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He hadn't done anything to provoke her. In fact, they had never even crossed paths before. This was their first meeting, and yet from the very beginning, her gaze was unfriendly. Now, she had even rolled her eyes at him.

It seemed the stories about her willful and rebellious nature were spot-on.

But Hardy wasn't about to let her have her way.

So what if she was a British princess and second in line to the throne? That was nothing more than a ceremonial title.

Hardy had money, power, and guns.

And he was a transmigrator on top of that.

He was in England because the British needed him.

Why should he be afraid of some little girl?

Hardy stiffened his face, raised one corner of his mouth, baring a single canine tooth, and made a fierce grimacing gesture toward Princess Margaret, responding to her eye-roll with an exaggerated sneer.

Margaret's expression froze as she processed Hardy's reaction.

No one had ever treated her like this before. Even when she acted willful or rebellious in the past, people had always responded with polite smiles or simply turned their heads away.

But this guy actually dared to glare back at her?!

Seeing the shocked look on Margaret's face, Hardy felt a small sense of satisfaction.

I don't owe the royal family anything. Why should I care about them?

And what if she's a princess?

Strip her down, and she's just an ordinary person.

The grand banquet at Buckingham Palace wasn't really about the food, but hardly anyone was there for the meal anyway.

After the banquet, the ball continued.

The orchestra played dance music. Some entered the dance floor, while others sat together chatting. Margaret, who had studied in the royal court from a young age, was skilled in piano and ballet. Being unmarried only added to her allure, attracting the attention of many young noblemen.

Several approached Princess Margaret to invite her to dance, but she always kept a stern face, shaking her head and refusing every single one of them.

She was still angry at Hardy.

How dare he scold her? No one had ever dared to treat her like that, not in all her years.

After dancing two rounds with guests, Princess Elizabeth noticed her sister's attitude and, feeling a bit helpless, sat beside her and quietly asked, "Margaret, why aren't you dancing?"

"I'm not in the mood today," Margaret replied.

"You're a princess of Britain; you should display proper royal etiquette. Don't act spoiled. Go and dance a few rounds," Princess Elizabeth gently urged.

Margaret turned her face away.

Princess Elizabeth sighed inwardly, knowing her sister had been spoiled and wouldn't listen to anyone.

At that moment, someone came to invite Elizabeth to dance again. She smiled and rose from her seat. Seeing this, Margaret's eyes lit up with a plan.

She gestured to a nearby maid, "Go tell Mr. Jon Hardy over there that Princess Margaret invites him to dance. Oh, and make sure to tell him quietly."

The maid hesitated for a moment but then straightened up and walked towards Hardy, who was currently holding a glass of wine and chatting with a British official.

When the maid reached Hardy, she curtsied, and the official, seeing the situation, tactfully excused himself to talk to others. The maid then whispered to Hardy, "Mr. Hardy, Princess Margaret has invited you to dance."

Hardy was puzzled.

Why would that girl suddenly invite me?

He turned to look at Princess Margaret and saw her gazing back at him. When she noticed him looking, she even smiled at him.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Hardy thought for a moment, handed his wine glass to the maid, and walked over to Margaret. As she saw him approaching, Margaret quickly turned her head to the side.

Hardy stood before her.

"Beautiful Princess Margaret, may I have the honor of this dance?" Hardy, being a gentleman, followed the proper etiquette of asking a lady to dance.

Margaret glanced at Hardy, her eyes flashing with slyness and triumph as she said, "I don't want to dance with you!"

He had dared to snap at her, so now she would embarrass him publicly.

This was Margaret's plan—to make Hardy feel humiliated.

Hardy was stunned by her response. Wait, wasn't it you who sent the maid to invite me? What's this all about?

But in the next moment, he understood.

This girl was playing a prank, likely trying to get revenge. After all, if the banquet ended without any interaction between them, she might never get another chance to settle the score.

What a childish mindset.

Did she really think no one could deal with her tantrums?

With a smile still on his face, Hardy quickly grabbed Princess Margaret's wrist before she could react. His strength was several times hers, and with a light pull, he lifted her from her chair.

With his other hand, he swiftly wrapped his arm around her slender waist.

With a quick spin of his feet, Hardy pulled Princess Margaret into the dance floor.

Margaret's eyes widened in shock, completely incredulous. She never imagined that anyone would dare forcibly drag her into a dance.

For two seconds, she was stunned. Then anger surged within her. No one had ever treated her like this—no one!

She immediately began to struggle.

Hardy tightened his grip, pulling Margaret even closer. She twisted her body, but it was impossible to break free.

Her waist is really slim, Hardy mused to himself.

Just as Margaret was about to erupt in fury, Hardy leaned his face close to hers, whispering into her ear, "Don't make a scene. This is your royal family's ball. If you cause a commotion, it'll be the royal family who gets embarrassed."

Margaret froze.

Despite her willfulness, years of royal training were ingrained in her. She knew that if she and this man made a scene and disrupted the ball, it would be the royal family's reputation at stake.

"Move along."

Hardy spoke again.

Then, still holding her, he guided Princess Margaret in time with the music. Margaret, though reluctantly, followed along with mechanical steps.

Having been rigorously trained in royal court dances, her movements were second nature. No matter how angry she was, her steps remained graceful.