Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Ding dong!

While they were chatting idly, a ring from the doorbell sounded from outside. Ivanka picked up the remote on the table, and the LCD screen in the dining room lit up, displaying the view outside the apartment.

A person wearing a blue dress stood in the hallway, her golden long hair cascading down, slightly plump in figure, with a white "Scream" movie ghost face mask on, waving towards the camera.

"Take off the mask!"

Ivanka, holding the remote, said.

"It's me, Tiffany, can't you recognize me?"

The person in the monitor shouted, her voice crisp and clearly that of a young girl.

"Remove the mask, or I won't open the door."

Ivanka said indifferently.

"Hmph!"

The person in the monitor stomped her foot in anger, turned, and walked away. After a few seconds, she reappeared at the door without the ghost face mask, revealing a slightly plump round face, pouting at the monitor. She wasn't as cute as Selena but still a pretty girl.

It was indeed Ivanka's sister, Tiffany, sixteen years old, the first one to post a "wealth-flaunting fall" photo online. As the flaunting wealth incident grew more intense, she also rose to internet fame.

The elevator door in the apartment opened slowly, and Tiffany disappeared from the monitor.

After more than ten seconds, a patter of footsteps came from outside, and Tiffany dashed into the dining room wearing the white ghost face mask, flailing her arms and letting out a "gaga" odd laugh.

But just as she started to mime, she suddenly stopped, removed the mask in surprise, and asked:

"Link? What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Tiffany, I came here for dinner,"

Link greeted, holding a wine glass.

"Just the two of you?"

Tiffany looked left and right, saw no one else, and exclaimed, "Wow, I get it, you guys are on a date, aren't you?"

"Yes, could you excuse us for a moment?"

Ivanka asked, fluttering her long eyelashes.

"No way, I'm actually hungry. You guys keep talking, I'll just eat something here; I promise not to disturb you."

Tiffany dragged a chair over, sat between the two, picked up a fork, and started eating fruit, glancing at Link and then at the expressionless Ivanka, ears perked up.

Ivanka gave her a glance and continued discussing business matters.

The company now had money, which meant they could acquire another recording studio and sign a few new singers to develop. Now with a professional production team at Link Music, it was easier to nurture new talent. She also said that Link had a keen eye for talent and asked him for his recommendations.

Link thought for a moment and mentioned two names.

The first was Ariana Grande, whom he met in Miami, seventeen years old, an actress who had started her career. She had called him, saying she would return to New York after her exams in August.

The second was "Split Eyebrow Brother" Charlie Puth, nineteen years old, a student at Berklee College of Music. He had started his own YouTube channel last year, became known for covering songs of celebrities like Justin Bieber, and even covered "See You Again," gaining some online fame.

Link had seen his cover videos online. His singing skills were somewhat immature and hadn't yet shown his songwriting talents, hence he hadn't attracted the attention of record labels.

If Charlie was willing to sign with Link Music, Link could offer him a hefty contract as compensation for covering his songs.

Another was "Boss Gold" Ed Sheeran who had started his career and released two singles, currently mixing in the Los Angeles music scene. Link didn't know if he had signed with a record label, so he didn't mention him.

Ivanka nodded, acknowledging his points, and said she would send someone to contact Charlie Puth.

"Cough cough!"

Tiffany coughed twice, looking dissatisfied at the two of them. She had been sitting quietly here, hoping to hear a lovey-dovey conversation, but after a while, she found out they were only talking about work, almost dying of boredom.

"Do you have a question?"

Ivanka glanced at her and asked blandly.

"Stop pretending; you two were definitely not talking about work just now. You started talking about work on purpose when you saw me coming, didn't you? Don't do that, continue with your romantic talk; don't mind me."

Tiffany said.

"If you want to eat seafood, quietly eat it here; if not, go out and have fun."

Ivanka said.

Seeing her cold cheeks, Tiffany dared not provoke her. She only moved her chair a bit closer to Link, took a napkin to cover her face, and whispered, "Link, are you trying to hit on Eva? If you want to make a move, be proactive. She's a workaholic; she can talk about work all day long."

"How do I be proactive?"

Link glanced at Eva and smiled.

"You don't know?"
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Tiffany blinked in surprise and said, "Being proactive in flirting means being a bit more forward, starting conversations about life experiences, boasting about how amazing you are, and so on. You're the famous Playboy, how can you possibly not know how to flirt?"

"It's true. The girls I've been with have always been the ones pursuing me, not the other way around, so I really don't know how to flirt."

"That does sound reasonable."

Tiffany nodded, propping her face as she thought for a while, "I suggest you ask Eva out for shopping, watch a movie... No, no, that trick works on ordinary girls, not on Eva. She's a workaholic and also asexual; the usual tactics won't work on her. I suggest you just be forceful with her, you're strong... ow!"

While she was talking, Tiffany cried out in pain as she found her ear being twisted by Ivanka.

"Don't be like that. I'm joking. You're my sister; how could I let him be forceful with you? That's absolutely impossible."

Tiffany pleaded while covering her ear.

Ivanka snorted lightly, "You have two choices, shut up or get out, which will it be?"

"I… I'll shut up!"

Tiffany huffed quietly and unwillingly closed her mouth, listening to the two continue talking about work. So boring. She kept making eyes at Link, signaling him to take the initiative to change the subject, but Link completely missed the cues, still going on about work.

Tiffany shook her head, convinced that Link had no chance. Ivanka would never like someone as dull as him.

However, just after dinner, she was surprised to hear Ivanka inviting Link to stay over, even saying that she had prepared ten sets of clothes for him.

Hearing this, Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. Ever since Ivanka moved into this apartment, she had never brought a man home, and now she was inviting Link to stay?

This was definitely big news.

As her father's darling daughter, Tiffany immediately passed the news on to Mr. Thomp, telling him that Ivanka and Link were dating, no, they were already living together.

Furthermore, Ivanka was very attentive to Link, who had never set foot in the kitchen before, but today she had gone out of her way to prepare a seafood feast for Link.

This was too abnormal.

Mr. Thomp was very upset when he heard the news.

He had raised his daughter all these years, never once tasting her cooking, nor had he heard of her ability to cook. Yet now, she was personally cooking for Link.

This was outrageous.

Mr. Thomp immediately called Ivanka to inquire about her relationship with Link.

Ivanka claimed they were boyfriend and girlfriend and that they would get married and have many children in the future.

Mr. Thomp loudly objected, with the reason being that Link was younger than her and also a Playboy. Dating such a person would surely not end well.

Ivanka argued that even if Link were a Playboy, she would still date him, marry him, and have children with him.

When Mr. Thomp heard her words, he almost had a heart attack from anger.

"Eva, be sensible. Link may be excellent, but he doesn't take relationships seriously. Being with him will only harm you," Mr. Thomp tried to persuade her.

"Dad, you were also a Playboy in your youth and even had multiple affairs while married. You and Link are cut from the same cloth; how could you dislike him?"

"I... Eva, I only want what's best for you."

Mr. Thomp was almost choked by her words.

"Dad! I'm fine, and I know what I'm doing; you don't need to worry."

Ivanka hung up the phone, looked down at Manhattan as night was about to fall, her plump lips curving into a faint, confident, and composed smile.