Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 350 - 308 Consensual Couple Relationship

Evening.

The sunset dyed the sea red.

The beach party had ended.

After everyone left, the sand in front of the shop became a mess.

James, Daniel, and the surrounding neighbors started cleaning up, and Link was also picking up fruit peels and scraps of paper with pliers and a basket.

As everyone picked up trash, they talked about how lively the party had been and hoped for a next time.

While chatting, the people in front suddenly fell silent, stopped their work, and looked up towards the beach ahead.

At the edge of the palm grove, a tall and voluptuous woman was walking on the pristine sand, wearing a white Chanel business suit, silver high heels, standing over 180cm tall.

The suit and straight skirt clung tightly to her body curves, revealing her full moon-like bust, abundant hips, and a pair of long, sexy legs.

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Apart from a platinum necklace and a diamond-studded watch, she had no other accessories.

Yet she appeared noble, elegant, efficient, and fashionable.

Compared to the casually dressed beach residents around her, she was like a tulip blooming among wildflowers.

She had her golden hair styled up, her eyebrows lifted at the ends, her expression indifferent, only her blue-gray eyes looking straight at Link, as if there were only the two of them on the beach.

"Link, Link, Miss Ivanka has come."

James whispered in a low voice next to him.

Link glanced at him helplessly; he wasn’t one of her lackeys, was there any need to speak so cautiously?

At this time, not just James, but the others also unconsciously stopped their work and looked at Ivanka with the gaze one might give to a landowner.

"Hey, Eva, what brings you to Miami too?"

Link put down his basket, clapped his hands, and walked over to ask.

Ivanka approached him, looked him up and down, "You seem to have adjusted well."

"What, you’re here to arrange work for me?"

"Arranging work for you is Mandy’s job, not mine."

Ivanka brushed away a strand of golden hair tousled by the sea breeze, looking at his handsome face and said, "There’s sand in my shoes; can we go in and talk?"

"OK!"

Link led her into Baker’s shop.

As the two of them walked away, the rest of the people unconsciously relaxed, continued cleaning up, and softly speculated about the relationship between the two.

Inside Baker’s shop, Ivanka looked around and sat down on the couch in the middle, smoothing her skirt.

Link took out a bottle of soda from the fridge and handed it to her.

"Can I take off my shoes?"

Ivanka shifted her delicate, fair legs as she asked.

"Do they stink?"

Ivanka looked at him coldly, her aura becoming sharp.

"Okay, just a joke."

Link smiled lightly, put a pair of slippers at her feet, and then sat down on the sofa opposite her.

Watching her take off her high heels, revealing bare feet that were still fair and delicate, with pink toes and a beautiful foot shape.

Even though Link was not a foot fetishist, he couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

Link also silently admired that this woman lived so exquisitely, even taking such good care of her feet.

"Let’s talk about work."

Ivanka sat cross-legged, elegantly stepping into his slippers, and said, "How was your time playing in Paris recently?"

"Playing?"

Link raised his eyebrows, rested his arm on the couch, and crossed his legs, "During my time in Paris, I trained every day, read books, spent a great amount of time studying the character, and had to endure Woody Allen’s attacks and persecution while filming, busy from morning to evening, often exhausted. How could you think I was playing in Paris?"

"I’m talking about women. Don’t tell me you didn’t sleep with Marion Cotillard or Jennifer Lawrence."

Ivanka said while swinging her fair leg.

Link felt slightly embarrassed.

"Anna told you?"

"I don’t need anyone to tell me; I know you and also know how attractive you are to women. When I saw your scandals in the newspapers, I knew they were true."

Ivanka said indifferently.

"All right, your guess isn’t wrong; I’ve slept with them, but it wasn’t just for fun," Link explained.

In "Midnight in Paris," he and Jennifer, who played a couple about to get married, had an intimate relationship in the first half of the film.

After sleeping together, their relationship became more intimate and they had better chemistry during performances. Once, during a scene, they couldn’t help but hug each other and ended up having sex.

Then there was Marion Cotillard, an Academy Award-winning actress with exceptional acting skills. Link loved her movies, and Marion Cotillard liked his songs.

After chatting a few times on set, they became good friends.

Later, the sleeping together happened naturally as their relationship evolved.

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It wasn’t just playing around.

Listening to his defense, Ivanka lifted the corner of her lips indifferently,

"Do you plan to keep playing around, or to continue this indiscriminate behavior?"

"What does it matter to you? You just said we were going to talk about work. Is this work?"

"Yes, it is!"

Ivanka blinked her curled eyelashes, looking into his deep blue eyes and said, "You are the pillar of Link Music, the development of which is greatly related to you, and your development is closely linked to your reputation."

Originally, you were a top singer, a choice idol for quality youth, the embodiment of the American dream, the ideal date in the hearts of girls worldwide."

However, since you became a playboy, your reputation has been greatly damaged. Media perception of you has plummeted, and Universal’s music marketing department, after conducting research, found that your negative news has also severely affected album sales."