Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Beep! Beep!

At noon, as he drove away from the bay villa community, the paparazzi waiting along the street recognized his car and surged forward with a bang, a dense masses of hundreds of people, it felt like all of Hollywood’s paparazzi were concentrated here at this moment.

"Link, the internet says Taylor kicked you out, is that true?"

"Link, last night you asked netizens how to apologize, are you going to see Taylor today to beg for forgiveness?"

The paparazzi surrounded his car, throwing out questions one after another about him and Taylor, some even banged on the car windows, ready to break the glass and pull him out for an interview.

In this situation, it was impossible for him to give an interview.

The driver, Bob, honked the horn for over ten seconds straight, the piercing sound made the surrounding paparazzi cover their ears and step back, allowing the car to break through and accelerate onto the main road.

In the rearview mirror, a group of paparazzi, frustrated at not getting their news, were cursing and swearing.

The car traveled more than twenty kilometers north from Santa Monica Boulevard to the Beverly Hills villa community.

Compared to the crowded apartment residential area at the foot of the hill, this place backed onto the scenic Beverly Hills, overlooking the bustling streets of Los Angeles and the magnificent seascape of the Pacific Ocean, which looked very nice.

Taylor’s villa was on the north side of Coldwater Canyon Street, not very large, a standalone white villa with white stone steps, a few artistic stone sculptures, and a beautiful small garden, a very cozy and comfortable residence.

Considering those paparazzi down the hill, Link suddenly felt that living in Beverly Hills might be nice, a sort of hidden peace within the chaos.

When Link walked into the villa courtyard with a pot of camellias, Emily was there too, she made him a cup of coffee and then left the semi-open living room, leaving just him and Taylor alone.

In the past, when facing Taylor, he could hug, lean on, pull, and even press down on her without any reservations, but today, facing Taylor’s icy demeanor, he even had to think carefully before speaking.

"This place is great, what if I move in too?"

Link, holding his coffee cup, said shamelessly.

Taylor glanced at him, closed the magazine in her hands, "Is that the reason for your visit?"

"No, I originally planned to continue apologizing to you, but I think you’re right, apologizing is meaningless, I will prove through my actions that I won’t make the same mistakes again."

"The same mistakes, what do you mean?"

Taylor asked coldly.

"The Emma Watson incident, the next time girls approach me, I will push them off without hesitation, nor will I continue contact with such girls."

"Ha, do you think I should believe you?"

"I will do as I say."

Link said firmly.

After sleeping alone last night, he woke up to find that he seemed to have gotten used to having Taylor by his side, without her, something always seemed missing, and nothing felt interesting.

After a lot of thought, he decided to cut off the indecisive thoughts in his heart, win Taylor back, and honestly stay by her side for the rest of life, which might not be a bad way to live.

After all, even the wealthiest people need to learn to be content at some point; greed only makes one emptier.

"Alright, I’ll give you a chance, let’s play a truth game."

Taylor leaned slightly forward, her blue eyes staring at him, "Tell me the truth, since we officially started dating last February, how many other women have you slept with behind my back?"

"No..none!"

"Link Baker, it’s not that I’m not giving you a chance, it’s that you don’t appreciate it, you can go now."

Taylor picked up the magazine, saying coldly.

"...Alright, I’ll admit it, just once, it was on the set, but that really doesn’t count, I was drunk that time, and when I woke up, I didn’t remember anything, you know I’m a lightweight."

Link said helplessly.

Taylor tilted her head up and laughed coldly, "So you have been messing around with someone in the crew? While I was alone at home letting you go out for shooting, you were messing around with other women in the crew?"

"Darling, I swear, I really was drunk that time."

Link said, raising his fingers.

"Link, you’re a man, stop making excuses, okay? You know you can’t handle your drink but still drank with other women, so is being drunk an excuse?!"

"...Darling, I realize my mistake, I’ll quit drinking from now on."

Link said helplessly.

"Don’t call me darling, it makes me sick."

"Alright, other than that time, there really is no one else."

"Link, you’ve wasted another chance, the Grammy Awards in January, you think I couldn’t smell that disgusting perfume on you?"

Taylor picked up the magazine and threw it at him.

Link was stunned, he remembered changing clothes after that incident, how could Taylor possibly smell it?

"It’s the makeup artist’s perfume. The makeup artist is a woman."

"You’re still lying, Link. You’re such a disappointment."

Taylor shook her head, scoffing, "Last night, I saw several disgusting fingernail scratches on the back of your thigh. Don’t tell me it was you blowing yourself."

Link broke out in a sweat on his forehead; Taylor was too attentive.

He suddenly understood why many men liked simple-minded sweet girls—they were foolish, very easy to deceive, unlike Taylor, who was too smart, even smarter than himself.

Cheating under her watch was nearly the same as playing extreme survival in the wild; moreover, he was very careless.

Seeing Taylor’s increasingly cold expression, Link knew he probably didn’t stand a chance and simply laid it all out:

"Alright, I cheated. You know the reason—I am lecherous, and I lack sufficient resistance to temptation from the opposite sex. These are all inherent issues in me, but I have not ignored them. I’ve always been trying to correct them, to confront this issue. Why do I do so?

Of course, it’s because I love you. If I didn’t love you, didn’t care about your feelings, I could have cheated countless times over the past year or more, but I didn’t do that. The mere two times it happened were under very complicated circumstances. Taylor, I’m trying to change, to make myself better. Can you give me another chance?"

"Hmph! If our roles were reversed, if I cheated once, would you give me a chance?" Taylor asked.

Link looked at his fist; he certainly could not.

No matter the era or culture, for a normal man, being cheated on is an absolute disgrace.

This has nothing to do with love.

It’s about a man’s dignity.

This is the kind of dignity that even if humans devolved back into quadrupeds, it would still be instinctively defended.

"So because you’re a man, I’m supposed to forgive your cheating, but since I’m a woman, just talking over drinks about work with the opposite sex at a bar and you’d mind terribly. Are all men as strict with their partners as you are, yet tolerant with themselves?"

Taylor scoffed.

Link had nothing to say.

This is the drawback of having a smart girlfriend; sometimes you can’t even win an argument.

He suddenly felt a bit of understanding for Leonardo, whom he had previously looked down upon. He used to think that after Leonardo played around for over twenty years, always picking up rookies, his seduction skills must be terrible.

Having gone through this incident, he realized Leonardo was a smart man.

"Hmph! To spend more time with you, I ended my world tour early, even when I went out to gather material, I often came home to see you. And you? You got intimate with other women backstage at boxing matches, messed around with other actresses on set, and at award ceremonies we attended together, it only took twenty minutes of not seeing you for you to mess around with another woman. Have you ever respected me? Have you ever considered my feelings?" Taylor asked, her eyes reddening.

"I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I will definitely change,"

Link reached for her hand, trying to embrace her.

"Don’t touch me!"

Taylor coldly pushed him away, pointing at the door, "You can leave now. You’re not welcome here anymore."

Link, seeing no sign of softening in her expression, sighed quietly, said, ’I’m sorry,’ and got up to leave the villa.

Taylor collapsed on the couch and began to cry. Mrs. Andrea walked down the stairs and gently patted her back, comforting her not to be sad.

"Mom, I really liked him, and I thought about starting a family with him, but what he did was so disappointing. I can’t be like other women who know all too well yet pretend not to mind and keep living with him. I’d feel very awkward, even despise myself,"

Taylor cried into Mrs. Andrea’s arms.

"I understand!"

Mrs. Andrea sighed softly, fearing that what she worried about most had still happened.

Taylor was too strong-willed, seeking perfection in music, life, and her partner, not tolerating any flaws in her sight. Once she noticed a problem, she would decisively cut ties.

But perfect partners do not exist in this world, and the closer the relationship, the more flaws are revealed.

Given Taylor’s critical nature, could she ever find a suitable partner?

Mrs. Andrea worried secretly, holding Taylor’s shoulder, said, "I’ve told you, all men are children. There’s no child born knowing not to cause trouble, just as there are very few men who become well-behaved after adolescence. Women are like mothers, we need to gradually teach them, change them, shape them to get the partner we desire.

Link isn’t a perfect boyfriend, but he is much more exceptional and mature than other men his age, and inherently has fewer problems. If you miss out on him..."

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"Mom, I disagree with you. Men can be children, but must women be mothers? Can’t women be children as well? And can men really be molded into good children?

Just like Dad, you’ve lived with him for over twenty years, constantly trying to change and influence him, and what was the result? Hmph, does he think people don’t know what he’s been up to?

Mom, I’m not you. I can’t generously tolerate Dad the way you do, nor do I want to be the type of woman you are. I want to live as my own person, and I will never change for anyone."

Taylor wiped away her tears and spoke.

Mrs. Andrea said nothing more. Taylor, being a smart, strong, and powerful girl, might just have a different way of living, and there was no need for her to live like an ordinary girl.

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