Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Here’s your New Year’s gift, see if you like it."

Link took it and saw that it was a sports watch.

The stainless steel case combined with the black ceramic bezel was reminiscent of an airplane’s cockpit instruments. The brown-black strap bore the TAG Heuer Autavia custom edition mark, and the craftsmanship was exquisite—prettier than any Link had bought.

Link had once wanted to buy such a sports watch, unfortunately, with too little knowledge, clutching U.S. dollars, he didn’t know where to buy one.

"Thank you, I really like it. By the way, I’ve also prepared a gift for you."

Link went to the next office and brought back a delicate box for Ivanka.

"What gift?"

Ivanka curiously took the box.

Upon opening it, inside was an outdated Tiffany platinum rose diamond necklace, with substantial gold and diamond content.

This necklace had a price tag of over 120,000 USD, designed specifically to cater to the aesthetic tastes of nouveau riche housewives. Ivanka would not have given it a second glance had she seen it at the counter before.

"How about it? Pretty, isn’t it?"

Link said with a smile.

Before Christmas, he had specifically bought over ten limited edition necklaces, bracelets, and watches from the Tiffany store to gift to people close to him, like Taylor, Katheryn, Mandy, Selena, Anne, Mrs. Andrea, Anna, and others.

So far, everyone had said they were beautiful.

Ivanka moved the corners of her lips, looked up at him, and smiled, "It’s beautiful; you really know how to buy gifts."

"Thank you!"

"Want to help me wear it?"

Ivanka’s slender fingers picked up the platinum necklace and shook it.

"OK!"

Link shrugged his shoulders, moved behind her, and lifted her flowing golden hair.

Her hair carried the fragrance of rose dew and the warmth of her body; it was soft and smooth to the touch, which made him brush it aside unconsciously before clasping the diamond necklace around her graceful swan neck.

The necklace’s delicate design and the dazzling blue, teardrop-shaped diamond complemented her black high-neck knit sweater nicely.

"How is it?"

Link asked, pressing on her shoulders.

"Great! So how about I give you a little reward?"

"What?"

Just as he was about to let go, Ivanka suddenly grabbed his hand and gently placed it over her ample front.

Link’s heart skipped a beat, and his hand involuntarily tensed.

His mind flashed to Francisco Goya’s famous painting, "The Milkmaid of Bordeaux," where the painter paid great attention to detail, used colors dynamically, and contrasted the rough, brownish-yellow fingers of the milkmaid with the pale skin of the cow, delivering a strong visual impact.

He also thought of the cotton candy he used to eat on the streets as a kid, feeling like he had grasped the white clouds of heaven. His arm muscles also began to tremble slightly, and he couldn’t help but lay his other hand gently on her shoulder.

Just as he was about to explore further, his phone on the table rang.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

Ivanka glanced at it, answered the call, and her father’s loud and clear voice came through the speaker. He was asking where Ivanka was, saying the New Year’s party was about to start, and since she was half the host, she couldn’t be late.

Ivanka shrugged her shoulders and said she would be right there.

"Do you want to join? My father really wants to introduce you to Tiffany."

Ivanka turned and asked him.

"Tiffany? Your sister?"

Link looked at his hand, somewhat puzzled by her suggestion.

With a light huff, Ivanka straightened her hair, donned her coat, slipped into her high heels, and said, "Don’t get the wrong idea, this is just a little reward, it doesn’t mean I have feelings for you, I’m not trying to seduce you, and it won’t happen again."

"Women are so fickle!"

Link shook his head helplessly and as he saw her getting ready to leave, he called out, "So, that party invitation was just a casual remark?"

Ivanka elegantly turned back, smiled at him, and said, "Would you dare to accept if I invited you?"

"Joking? Do you know who’s standing in front of you?"

Link said with a laugh as he put on his coat, "He’s an Olympic champion, world boxing champion, holder of four swimming world records, a top-tier singer in the music industry, a hot Hollywood star, and a newly minted billionaire. Do you think there’s anything in the world he wouldn’t dare to do?"

"Wow, you’re so impressive. Then let’s go!"

Ivanka said with a smile, coming over to take his arm.

"How big is the party? Do I need to change clothes?"

"You don’t need to! With those titles, you could go wearing a bikini and no one would dare say anything."

Ivanka said with a slight smile.

Link shrugged his shoulders and took a car to Ivanka’s mansion estate in the Upper West Side.

The mansion, located on the west side of Central Park, covered over five thousand square meters, its market value exceeding 300 million U.S. dollars. And even with plenty of money, it was not something one could simply buy.

Those living here were New York’s landowning tycoons—many were billionaires at least three generations back. Ivanka now represented the fourth generation of billionaires in her family.

This was the depth of a noble family’s heritage.

Living among billionaires, surrounded by neighbors and friends, and interacting with people who were all billionaires, it was probably very difficult for such people to go bankrupt.

When Link and Ivanka walked into the mansion at the center of the estate, Ivanka’s New Year’s party had already started, with hundreds of guests in attendance.

There were giants from the media industry of the Hearst Family, hotel tycoon Hilton Family, confectionery tycoon Mars family, fashion industry magnate CK family, New York real estate titan Crown Properties Keller Family, New York political powerhouse Bloomberg Family, real estate tycoon Durst Family, New Jersey real estate mogul Kunis family, Murdoch and his spouse, and so on.

All were regulars on the Forbes list.

If one were to kidnap these individuals, they could easily squeeze out hundreds of billions of U.S. dollars.

Among these people, Link only recognized a few of the young heirs of the wealthy families such as the Hilton sisters, Amanda Hearst, Georgia Bloomberg, and young Kunis.

As it was a high-class party, the male guests were all dressed in suits, with bow ties or dark colored neckties, while the women wore beautiful gowns and expensive jewelry, emitting an enchanting fragrance.

Each one of them was remarkably proper, similar to an 18th-century British nobility gathering.

So when Link entered the party wearing a sporty down jacket, he stood out like a monkey that had wandered into Times Square, instantly attracting the attention of all the guests.

"Are you sure you don’t need to change?"

"Positive!"

Ivanka, holding onto his arm and with a slight curl to her lips, whispered as they walked, "These people are all very rich. Here, money is not a scarce resource. What they lack is honor, the feeling of being respected and adored. Honor is something you’re certainly not short of. The achievements you’ve made, any one of them, are things they could strive for all their lives without coming close. So, here, you damned fool, are the true billionaire. You have every right to walk past them with your head held high without a glance at any of them."

"I’m not that arrogant."

Link smiled lightly. Seeing these people, he didn’t feel inferior or frightened, only slightly uncomfortable being the center of attention in a crowd.

"Wow, Eva, look who you’ve brought here."

A girl exclaimed with a shriek.

"Eva, you invited Link, and you didn’t say so earlier? How exciting!"

"Link, it’s great to see you here."

A group of extravagantly dressed wealthy girls approached, greeting him warmly.

Ivanka pressed her lips together in a smile, responding softly with a chuckle to several of her friends, "Paris has mentioned more than once that she’d like to meet you, calling you the man of her dreams. If you want to get with her, just head to the restroom over there.

The one in the red dress in the middle is Georgina Bloomberg; her father is the mayor of New York City with a net worth of over 120 billion. She likes horse riding, and if you just accompany her a few times, she’ll definitely fall for you, maybe even marry you with her tens of billions."

The one on the left is Amanda Hearst, the newspaper tycoon’s direct granddaughter. She loves music, and all you need to do is write her a song, and she’ll throw herself into your arms and kiss you immediately."

Link smiled lightly, "What about you?"

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"I’m not interested in you."

Ivanka gave him a sideways glance, let go of his arm, and with a beaming smile, went forward to greet her few friends. Despite having disparaged them in conversation, she was still very affectionate when she spoke, acting like the perfect sisters and intimates.

Women are born actresses.

Link couldn’t help but admire inwardly.

"Eva, why did you just arrive? Did you have a date?"

Paris Hilton teased Ivanka, glancing at Link.

"Eva, how was it like dating Link? I heard he’s really powerful. Is it true?"

Georgina joked as well.

"Haha, it must be true, look at Eva, she’s beaming. She must be very, very satisfied."

Upon hearing Georgina’s words, several nearby wealthy girls couldn’t help but giggle, their gaze sliding from Link’s handsome face steadily downwards.

Link offered a polite smile to the several affluent women.

Ivanka grabbed two glasses of champagne, handed one to Link, and said to her friends, "Link has been invited by the FNL league and will be performing in the halftime show of this year’s Super Bowl. We’re on a tight schedule, and these past few days we’ve been rehearsing overtime in the studio."

"Link is performing in the Super Bowl?"

"Wow, Link, you are amazing."

"Link, I’m a fan of yours. I love every song of yours; your music is just fantastic."

Paris, Georgina, Amanda, and several other wealthy girls came over, each one with a fervent look in their eyes.

Link held his champagne glass, courteously dealing with their flattery.

Despite having some issues with their lifestyle and personalities, the environment these wealthy girls grew up in ensured they weren’t foolish, and their inheritance rights and connections meant they could not be underestimated.

It was best to try not to offend them when dealing with them, as there might be many opportunities for collaboration in business in the future.

Yet, as he was surrounded by all the young heiresses at the party, the affluent bachelors couldn’t help but feel neglected.

At gatherings like the New Year’s party, aside from the heads of the major families coming together to boast and bond, it was also about creating opportunities for the younger generation of the families to mingle, akin to a matchmaking event.

When all the girls at the gathering flocked around Link, the guys inevitably united in their resentment toward him.

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