Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 446 - 374: The Tyrant Takes the Bait

After leaving the café, he bought a bunch of flowers and drove to the Palm Beach Films music company building.

About ten minutes later, he saw Ivanka in a light blue dress and high heels, walking out of the company entrance with a seductive posture.

He honked the horn and started the car, stopping by the roadside.

When Ivanka saw him, the corners of her sexy lips curved up slightly. She grabbed her bag, opened the car door, and seeing the tulips on the passenger seat, she couldn't help but laugh, covering her lips with her hand while her sexy chest contours heaved with the laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, just didn't expect you to know how to create romance. It feels quite amusing,"

Ivanka said, holding the bouquet.

"I've always understood romance; it's just that I've been too busy with work to demonstrate it. You shouldn't see me as some rough guy who understands nothing."

Link shrugged his shoulders and started the car.

Ivanka glanced at his profile, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"Are you fetching me from work and bringing me flowers because you have some ulterior motive?"

"Of course not, don't think too much,"

Link shook his head to divert the topic and started discussing the asset management company with Ivanka, mentioning he was overwhelmed with work recently.

He planned to transfer Ms. Mandy from Palm Beach Films, entrusting her with full responsibility for the Palm Beach Films Agency, and also putting Catherine in charge of Palm Beach Films.

Ms. Anna had been doing well in the past two years and could take over from Ms. Mandy as his Executive Agent.

Ivanka had no objections to this, but mentioned that she just spoke with Wendi Deng on the phone.

Wendi had praised him extensively for over half an hour on the phone, telling him how she followed his advice in August to buy some Tesla stock early. After Tesla went public, she made over four million US dollars from those stocks, calling Link a man favored by the goddess of fortune.

"At the beginning of the year, Tesla was in bad shape, rumored to be at risk of bankruptcy. Others were afraid to invest; how could you dare to buy so much Tesla stock?"

Ivanka asked.

"Of course, because I'm favored by the goddess of fortune."

Link kissed Ivanka's tender hand, sweeter than flowers, softer than marshmallows.

Ivanka playfully glared at him, warning him to focus on driving. She then said, "My dad is a bit displeased with you; he said you knew Tesla had potential. Why didn't you include him too? He said he already sees you as family and wants me to tell you to inform him the next time you find a good investment opportunity."

Link smiled lightly, somewhat at a loss for words about Mr. Thomp's integrity.

A few days ago, when the media revealed Taylor's pregnancy, Link and Ivanka's relationship also came under scrutiny. When reporters asked Mr. Thomp for his opinion, he pouted and said that Ivanka had broken up with Link and was currently dating Kunas. Compared to playboy Link, he was more optimistic about Kunas.

However, Ivanka soon arrived in Los Angeles and stayed overnight at the Bay Villa, proving Mr. Thomp wrong with her actions, which embarrassed him quite a bit.

"Are you still upset with my dad?"

Ivanka asked, staring at him.

"Of course not, I understand him. Besides, Mr. Thomp is a very adorable and charismatic man. I respect him as always,"

Link said with a smile.

Ivanka was pleased with his response and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

When the car reached 43rd street, Link parked, and they went to Walmart to buy a lot of vegetables, fruits, and seafood. After returning to the Woolworth Building apartment, he personally cooked a sumptuous candlelit dinner for Ivanka.

Ivanka enjoyed the meal, but she didn't rate it highly.

Ivanka said he was an artist, an entrepreneur, an athlete, usually busy with work. When he got home, he should rest instead of wasting time in the kitchen.

She didn't encourage this behavior nor would she give him extra points for this delicious meal. She certainly wouldn't call him a 'domestic' man because her man didn't need that kind of quality.

Link looked at her radiant and striking face, sighing that this woman was also too difficult to serve. He had wanted to make a delicious meal to comfort her for her recent hardships, but she didn't appreciate it.

"We're eating under the stars and chatting, don't you think this is wonderful?"

Link glanced at the sky outside the observation deck. Looking up, there were bright stars everywhere, looking down, the neon lights of Manhattan were dazzling. Neither looking up nor down, but facing Ms. Ivanka, who was even more beautiful than the starry sky and the night market, he thought it was beautiful.

"It is wonderful, and very romantic, but this romance is based on you being busy for an extra hour. That's not what I want, so I don't encourage you to do this,"

Ivanka said.

Link was silenced by her remark. Sometimes her words and actions were hard to understand, yet they often hit the nail on the head. To win over such a woman, if not of her own volition, would likely be challenging.

After dinner, all the plates were still on the table – this was Ivanka's request.

Ivanka said that in a capitalist society, it is most important for everyone to stick to their roles. He, being a singer, an excellent investor, and athlete, should focus on his primary job, like writing more good songs, researching company management, and engaging in more physical training.

And cooking and household chores should be left to professionals.

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If he did everything, the incomes of chefs and service personnel would decrease, lowering their quality of life. They'd need extra jobs to support themselves and wouldn't spend more time improving their culinary skills and service quality.

That would be detrimental to everyone, so after accumulating more capital, he should learn to give opportunities to others and be a conscientious capitalist.

Link found it funny; he had merely wanted to wash a few dishes, yet Ivanka had given him a lecture.

What made him more helpless was that Ivanka's words seemed reasonable. With a fortune of over a billion, competing for jobs with chefs and waitstaff indeed seemed a bit excessive.

Before going to sleep, the two sat on the couch watching season nine of "American Idol," where a singer was performing his "Girls Like You" with a guitar.

Seeing that the atmosphere was nice tonight, he took the opportunity to put his arm around Ms. Ivanka's shoulder, trying to kiss her and deepen their relationship.

Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful.

Ivanka rejected him coldly, stating that his points weren't enough and warned him that if he tried to force her, she would consider ending their relationship and casually took a pepper spray from the couch.

Link mentioned that he knew she had been in several relationships and didn't care about any tattoos or the like on her body.

Ivanka merely smiled indifferently, saying she had nothing strange tattooed on her body, all her parts were as pristine and white as the skin on her arms and there was nothing she felt ashamed of. His attempt at provocation was ineffective on her.

Ivanka said he wasn't lacking women, what he lacked was a partner, a comrade to fully support him in battle, and she preferred being that role.

"If you need women, I can arrange for two models for you."

Ivanka said, turning to pick up the phone.

Link shook his head. "Why seek other women? I'm curious, as the man who's called the world's sexiest; don't I attract you at all, or, as the others say, do you have a low libido?"

"Of course not. We are a couple by agreement, and until you've earned enough points, we can only maintain this relationship. Those are the rules of the game. If you don't adhere to them, neither shall I. What meaning is left in rules we agreed on previously?"

Ivanka said, folding her arms.

"Alright, how many points do I have now, and how many points are needed to become a real couple?"

"Last month –20, this week +20, current points tally is 5. To become a real couple, at least 80 points are needed. You're far from it."

"You hold the right to score, you could give me 80 points right now."

Link said, threateningly encircling her waist.

"No, using force will only deduct points."

Ivanka warned, pointing at his nose.

Link saw a hint of smugness on her lips, and could not help but hug her and kissed her fiercely. By the time Ivanka had grabbed the pepper spray and aimed it at him, he was already heading to the gym.

Ivanka sat back on the couch, crossing her long legs, blinking her dewy eyes, slightly lifting her red lips, and in that moment, her cheeks blushed brilliantly.