Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"That's an exaggeration,"

Link said with a gentle smile. Despite being very popular, he still couldn't compare to a phenomenon-level superstar like Lady Gaga.

In terms of global recognition, he was on par with Lady Gaga, but when it came to influence on world pop music, Miss Gaga unquestionably had the upper hand.

Nowadays, many people exclaimed "oh, my Lady Gaga" in surprise, and even those who had never heard her songs knew her name—that was the charm of Miss Gaga.

Link admitted he couldn't match that.

"Hey, Link, Joanne, can we take a photo together? You two are superstars, and a pic with you guys is sure to get tons of likes."

Internet celebrity Tiffany walked over with her selfie stick from the bustling crowd, her round face flushed with excitement.

Link and Lady Gaga didn't object and stood there to take a few photos with Tiffany.

"Where's your sister?"

"Over there. My dad got wind of this and came to join in the fun. Eva's worried he'll start talking politics at the cocktail party, so she's keeping an eye on him."

Tiffany pouted her lips and struck a pose as she spoke.

What a filial girl!

Link gave a light smile, said goodbye to Lady Gaga, and went over to greet Mr. Thomp.

Mr. Thomp pursed his lips and looked displeased when he saw him.

Link didn't mind and asked how he was? Was his work going smoothly?

After staring at him for a few seconds, Mr. Thomp pulled Ivanka aside and told him seriously that in fact, he did not agree with Ivanka dating him. But Ivanka insisted, and that was the only reason he didn't object.

Mr. Thomp earnestly said if he really wanted to date Ivanka, he'd better get rid of some bad habits, not be fickle, and avoid doing anything that would hurt her.

He added that even though Link now was worth several hundred million US dollars and had great fame, in his eyes that wasn't much. If Link dared to hurt Ivanka, he wouldn't let it slide easily.

Link hastily assured him he would.

Although the man was a somewhat ostentatious old gentleman, and his deeds were often the butt of jokes, no one denied he was a formidable character.

Based solely on his past actions, good or bad, each one was beyond what ordinary people could achieve.

If Mr. Thomp really set his heart on dealing with him, with the man's capabilities and connections, without Ivanka's help, Link might not be able to withstand it.

After Mr. Thomp finished speaking, Link politely topped up his champagne and asked what he'd been busy with lately? Had things in Atlantic City been settled?

Following the financial crisis, many of Ivanka's family businesses were affected, mainly in the hotel and tourism industry, entertainment companies, and real estate firms. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

Because of this, Mr. Thomp had to sell off a bunch of unprofitable businesses and two buildings to maintain cash flow in the main company and minimize losses.

After more than a year of struggle and adjustment, the Thompson family's businesses were basically back to normal, with losses amounting to about five hundred million US dollars.

But as Ivanka had done well with Link Music, worth over a hundred million dollars, she became a model for a second-generation rich in the wealthy circle, the proverbial 'child of someone else's family.'

Mr. Thomp was also proud, which was why he actively participated in the company's cocktail party—it felt like attending a parent-teacher conference.

When Link asked him how his business was doing,

Of course, Mr. Thomp only picked out the highlights, mentioning how he made a hundred million last month with his investment fund, then he drifted to politics, asking Link which side he was on?

Link didn't want to engage in such tedious talk, and after thinking for a moment, he leaned in to whisper a few words.

Upon hearing what Link said, Mr. Thomp immediately beamed, patting his arm and praising his good eye, calling him a fine young man who would one day be great like himself.

Perhaps inspired by his words, Mr. Thomp clinked glasses with him, downed his champagne in one gulp, asked him to pass a message to Ivanka, then left the party without looking back.

From a distance, Ivanka was watching their conversation. At first, when she saw her father's stern face, she worried and wanted to go smooth things over. But Link gestured for her not to come over, so she stood still and continued observing.

But after a while, when she saw Link say something that instantly changed Mr. Thomp's attitude to an amiable one, slapping Link's shoulder as if they were close,

Ivanka, familiar with her dad's mannerisms when being superficial or genuinely warm, could tell he actually liked Link and was showing genuine affection.

This change made Ivanka very curious. Once Mr. Thomp left, she said a quick goodbye to Georgia Bloomberg beside her and made her way over in her high heels.

Today was a celebration for Link Music, a significant day, and Ivanka dressed up for the occasion in a silver-grey off-shoulder gown, her golden hair pinned up, revealing fair shoulders and an elegantly delicate clavicle.

Her earlobes were adorned with a pair of gemstone earrings, which, combined with her cool and elegant beauty, made her all the more stunning and enchanting.

With her tall figure, long legs over one meter, and her full curves at the bust and hips, every frown, every smile, and every move she made would automatically become the focus of the entire soiree.

"What did you say to him? He looks very happy,"

Eva asked, standing still in front of him.

"I told your dad that he's a very impressive man, and that someone like him will surely become a remarkable person in the future. I suggested he should stick to his goals, keep doing what he wants to do, and if he ever needs my help, I'll support him fully,"

Link said with a smile.

"You shouldn't have said that; he's already full of ambition, always thinking about politics. You're just encouraging him. What will you do if he really expects you to spend money to support him?

Eva scolded lightly.

Link smiled faintly, taking her hand and looking towards the figure who was walking away.

"I wasn't flattering him nor encouraging him. I honestly think your dad is an incredible man. Both of us can't even compare to him. Since he has that idea and the courage, we, as the younger generation, should support him with all our might."

Eva turned her head in surprise and gazed at his profile, blinking her curled eyelashes.

"Don't you think he's ostentatious and all flash with no substance?"

"Of course not, in the boxing ring, some people like to use straight punches, some prefer jabs. Many boxers like to use tricks, sneak attacks, finishing moves, such as my previous favorite, the rear hook punch. No matter the technique, as long as it's within the rules and wins the fight, it's a good one. Your dad's approach is also a trick, and you'll admire him once he succeeds."

Link said with a laugh.

Eva looked at him, linked her arm with his, and suddenly leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"Pretend boyfriend +10 points!"

"What 'plus ten points'?"

Link, inhaling her enchanting scent, asked.

"You're my pretend boyfriend now. If you can score 100 points with me, I'll consider accepting you as a real boyfriend and treat you like an official one,"

Eva said, her delicate chin raised and her lips curling into a seductive smile.

"That sounds great. I accept the challenge,"

Link said, holding her soft palm with a smile.

"Hey, Link, Eva, look over here!"

Tiffany called out while holding her phone.

Link and Eva turned to look at her, and Tiffany quickly pressed the button to take a snapshot of the two.

In the photo, Link was dressed in a black suit with a bow tie, his figure tall and straight. Paired with his handsome and resolute face, deep and bright eyes, he exuded masculinity.

Meanwhile, Eva, tall and shapely, with flawless white skin, her elegant golden hairstyle, and attire, also appeared sexy, glamorous, and poised, not in the least overshadowed by Link next to her.

Tiffany used to envy Eva for being the heiress, her height and looks, her demeanor, her attitude towards life, her financial independence; now she had to envy her for having a good boyfriend too.

It wasn't fair, born from the same father, why was there such a big difference?

Tiffany looked at the photo and pursed her lips.

"Don't post those photos,"

Eva said.

"Why not?"

Tiffany asked, looking up, "My photos are all good-looking. Don't believe me? Take a look for yourselves."

"Right now, people are targeting Link, constantly slinging mud at him, calling him a playboy. Posting these photos will just give the media more fodder, best not to share them for now,"

Eva commented indifferently.

"But isn't Link a playboy anyway? Does he need others to sling mud at him?"

"Cough! Tiffany, do you know Selena? Next time I'll introduce you to her,"

Link quickly changed the subject, dealing with the candid Tiffany, and then took Eva back to greeting others at the party.