Chapter 391: Princess Shang

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The luxury cruise ship *Ease* sailed across the blue sea, making its way from Miami to the Cayman Islands. The journey took just one day and one night.

Originally owned by a U.S. shipping company, the ship could accommodate 3,700 passengers. After being acquired by the Hardy Group, it underwent renovations to serve as a tourist transport for the Cayman Islands.

This was only the beginning. As Cayman's tourism sector grew, more cruise ships would be needed to transport passengers from cities like New York, Miami, and Los Angeles to Cayman for tourism, shopping, and gambling.

The airport in Cayman was also progressing. Though not fully completed, it could now handle flights. The seaside villas were finished, offering beautiful accommodations with ocean views. The casino, intended to be grander than any in Las Vegas, was still under renovation.

On the cruise ship deck, Princess Margaret, dressed in a robe and pajamas, enjoyed the serene night sky. Hardy approached with a drink, and they both settled onto lounge chairs.

"This is so relaxing," Margaret said, gazing at the moonlit sea. "I don't have to think about anything."

Hardy took a sip of his drink and replied with a smile, "If you like it here, you're welcome anytime. I can even get you a 20% discount card."

"Only 20%? How stingy," Margaret teased.

"If you become an ambassador for luxury brands, I can offer you a million-dollar shopping card each year," Hardy proposed.

Luxury brands thrive on their association with royalty. Having Margaret as an ambassador would boost their prestige. She'd simply need to wear the brands and attend events to promote them.

"A million dollars? That's not enough," Margaret said, her shrewdness showing.

"How much do you think is appropriate?" Hardy asked.

"For individual brands, from $500,000 to $1 million," Margaret countered.

"Alright, we'll negotiate each brand separately," Hardy agreed, raising his cup.

Margaret's excitement was palpable. She had been spending a lot and was eager to replenish her funds through this deal. Hardy's proposal was a great opportunity for her.

The next morning, the cruise ship docked at the Cayman Islands. Margaret, refreshed, looked out to see the port bustling with activity. Hardy met her and drove her around the island.

The Cayman Governor's Mansion, a blend of Victorian Renaissance and Roman Classic architecture, was still under renovation but impressive. Nearby, the Cayman Government Building would house all administrative offices.

They visited the seaside villa resort, where Margaret admired the picturesque view from the villa's window.

"Living in a villa by the sea sounds perfect," Margaret said.

"The villas are ready, but they haven't been occupied yet," Hardy informed her.

Margaret smiled, "Well, I'm here now. How do you plan to entertain me these two days?"

"How about swimming and diving? The coral reefs here are among the most beautiful in the world," Hardy suggested.

They changed into swimsuits, explored the underwater world, and relaxed on the beach. Margaret playfully splashed sand at Hardy, and they chased each other, laughing and enjoying the day.

Suddenly, Margaret stumbled and fell on the beach. Hardy caught her, their eyes meeting. The moment was charged with an electric tension.

Margaret leaned in and kissed Hardy, a passionate kiss that quickly escalated. Hardy responded, their bodies entwined on the sand. 

As the evening fell, Hardy proposed a barbecue at the villa. They enjoyed grilled seafood, fine wine, and the gentle sea breeze under the bright moonlight.

Margaret, overcome with emotion, kissed Hardy again, igniting their passion. The night marked a new chapter in their relationship, a deepening connection between them.

Days on the island were filled with joy and intimacy. The two explored the villa, the beach, and the sea, their bond growing stronger.

On the hammock under a coconut tree, Margaret lay in Hardy's arms, her voice soft with contentment. "Hadi, even if we only have a few days like this each year, I'd be satisfied. Can I keep coming to see you like this in the future?"

"Certainly," Hardy replied.

Margaret continued, "My sister called again, asking when I'll return."

"Tomorrow?" Hardy suggested.

"Or the day after," Margaret said with a smile.

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