Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 352 - 309: Red Rose White Rose

"Lana, Link is now my boyfriend."

Stepping out of the Baker’s shop, Ivanka took out her phone to call her best friend, Lana Del Rey, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

"Really? Did you confess to him?"

Lana asked over the phone.

"No!"

Ivanka glanced at the people on the beach, nodded at James, and in her high heels, swayed her charming figure as she walked towards the sports car while on the phone.

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"Miss Ivanka has left."

Everyone on the beach watched her retreating figure and resumed their discussions about her relationship with Link. Some said Link was her lover, some said they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and others argued they were just colleagues. The debate was endless.

They asked James if he knew anything.

James shook his chubby face, and after seeing Ivanka get into the car, he put down the trash bag he was holding and jogged back into the store,

"Link, Link, I saw Miss Ivanka leave."

"I know."

"Aren’t you going to see her off?"

"She drove here, she doesn’t need me to."

Link sat on the sofa, arms crossed, still thinking about becoming Ivanka’s boyfriend. Find your next read at novelbuddy

After breaking up with Taylor, he had sworn never to date a girl with an IQ over 100 ever again.

Yet not long after, he had found himself a girlfriend who had appeared on the "Business Week" list of ’Top 30 Under 30 Female CEOs’ and the "Forbes Magazine" list of ’Outstanding Post-80s Business Leaders of the Year.’

It was like he had forgotten the pain once the wound had healed, digging his own grave.

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James grabbed a can of coke, gulped down a few sips, burped, and said, "Everyone is guessing what your relationship with Miss Ivanka is. A couple of guys said you’re her lover. I told them that’s not true, you’re just colleagues, right?"

"Why are you guys discussing this?"

Link shook his head, "She’s my girlfriend."

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"How is that possible? She is Miss Ivanka. How could she be your girlfriend? Are you joking?"

James said, shocked.

Link raised his eyebrows, somewhat offended by his shock.

"Is it so unbelievable that she is my girlfriend? Don’t forget, I’m also a billionaire."

"It’s not the same, not the same at all. Miss Ivanka comes from a rich family. I heard her family owns tens of billions, maybe even hundreds of billions. The tallest building in Palm Beach, the Thompson International Hotel, is owned by her family, and so is the fourth tallest building in New York. Her family are the real wealthy ones.

Though you’re rich too, you are only a billionaire, and can’t compare to those New York aristocrats. But now she has become your girlfriend; it’s incredible, like something out of a movie where a commoner marries a princess."

James gestured excitedly as he spoke.

"I am an Olympic champion, a world boxing champion, a top singer, and the most handsome man in the world. Isn’t that more than enough for her?"

"It does sound like it, but she is the eldest daughter of the Thompson Family with inheritance rights. You once said, when you have saved enough money, you were going to stay a night in their hotel, but now she has become your girlfriend."

James pinched his arm, wincing at the pain to make sure this was real.

Link shook his head, finding himself at a loss for words with this guy, and continued to think about becoming a contractual couple with Ivanka.

The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off.

According to what Ivanka had said, after they became a couple, he could mess around freely without restrictions, but she couldn’t.

What was her purpose in doing this?

Simply to help him create a good public image?

To help Link Music grow and expand?

If that was the case, it seemed unnecessary for her, as CEO, to get personally involved.

Could there be some conspiracy?

He thought for a moment and then texted Ivanka.

"Do you like me?"

This question was first raised by Taylor, who said that Ivanka was also interested in him, a claim he doubted.

He had wanted to ask her in person just now but didn’t know how to start, and now he felt less awkward asking over the phone.

"I don’t dislike you. Also, my father is pushing for a marriage, and I need a boyfriend, so you are suitable."

"Okay, got it."

Hearing Ivanka say this, Link breathed a sigh of relief. Finding a steady girlfriend for himself was to salvage his public image; Ivanka getting a boyfriend was to appease Mr. TP.

The mutual assistance was symbiotic, so there was no problem.

"Do you like me?"

Two minutes later, Ivanka sent a message.

Link was somewhat surprised she would ask this while also pondering the question himself. Did he like Ivanka?

Ivanka was smart, attractive, sexy, knowledgeable, and well-connected. She was set to be extremely wealthy and could be described as a real-life princess.

Having known Ivanka for nearly two years, he found her character and personality to be good, with no scandals and no bad habits—an exceptionally fine woman.

Link admired her, respected her abilities, and certainly lusted after her body.

As for liking her.

Since they hadn’t spent much time together, he didn’t feel as close to her as he had felt with Taylor.

"Of course."

"Understood, there’s something I forgot to tell you. The verdict of the private video leak case will be announced this Wednesday. As the involved party, you need to attend and accept a media interview. If you have no other business in Miami, we can go back to New York together tomorrow."

"Okay, it turns out you’re here to arrange work for me."

Link replied and put away his phone, while James continued to ramble by his side.

"Link, I have read some articles in magazines that say that daughters of wealthy families often have bad tempers. I think you should be careful when interacting with Miss Ivanka, treat her even better, and don’t make her angry. If you can marry her in the future, the entire TP estate, including that big hotel, will be yours—wow, just thinking about it is incredible."