Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Eva had finished a call and returned to the small living room, where Tiffany was whispering something to Link. Upon seeing her, Tiffany quickly sat back in her seat and picked up a "Vogue" magazine to shield her face, only revealing a pair of bright, sparkling eyes as she keenly observed their surroundings.

Eva wasn't interested in asking what they were talking about. She checked her wristwatch and asked Link if he wanted to go out for a walk. Woolworth's wasn't far from Broadway, and there were many fun places to visit at night.

Link, who was reading a film magazine, wasn't much interested in shopping, but Tiffany, upon hearing the mention of going out, immediately jumped up shouting "gogogo," came closer to him, and whispered in a low voice that if he wanted to win Eva over, now was the perfect opportunity and he definitely shouldn't miss it.

Link shook his head. Eva was a great woman but also a troublesome one; he didn't plan to invest too much emotion in her until he had figured out her thoughts.

But going for a stroll around the neighborhood after dinner was not a bad idea either.

Woolworth's located on 47th Street at 8th Avenue in Midtown, less than a kilometer straight distance from the World Trade Center and only a station away from Wall Street, was surrounded by areas like the Broadway district, New York City Hall Park, Hudson River Park, and the city police department.

At night, the neon lights on the surrounding streets were all lit up, the music was loud and boisterous, and the sidewalks were bustling with people coming to experience the charm of the city that never sleeps.

Previously, Link had admired the Manhattan night view from the 200-meter-high terrace of his apartment, from the crowded downtown to the bustling center of Manhattan, from the lively Broadway area to the desolate banks of the Hudson River, a constellation of lights forming patches of varying depth, resembling a satellite cloud map.

Walking on the streets now felt like entering the map and seeing those clusters of differently colored lights with his own eyes.
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Which perspective made Manhattan look more beautiful was debatable, but only those who lived high in the skyscrapers could enjoy both magnificent views and experience double the pleasure.

"What are you thinking?"

On 52nd Street, Broadway, Eva walked alongside him, noticing him gazing silently at the lights with a profound and mysterious look, his handsome face uncertain under the neon lights, prompting her to ask curiously.

Link came back to his senses and looked at her. Eva had changed into a red knee-length dress that evening, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, blue sapphire earrings dangling, which contrasted strikingly with her fair skin, her body also emitting a different scent from the daytime.

This woman seemed even more beautiful at night.

"May I hold your hand?"

Link extended his palm and said, "According to the agreement, in public, we should appear closer to let others know we are a couple, you were the one who said this."

Eva glanced over his face, giving a slight snort with her cute nose, and placed her fair hand in his.

Link held her fingers and gently pinched them, not too fat, not too thin, fragrantly soft and smooth. Even though it wasn't the first time holding her hand, the feeling was still incredibly wonderful.

"You're hurting me!"

Eva gave him a look.

Link apologized and stopped pinching her hand, chuckling, "Do you know what the American dream is?"

Eva blinked her gray-blue eyes and didn't respond, only to hear him continue, "To others, the American dream is about a poor person becoming rich, a slum orphan getting into Harvard, an immigrant's descendent becoming a political celebrity, an average-looking girl becoming a Hollywood star.

But for me, my American dream is walking beside you on the streets of Broadway, looking at the enchanting Manhattan night views, with even more enchanting you by my side — it feels like a dream. That's why I need to hold your hand to make sure this isn't just a dream."

"And now you're sure?"

"Yes, the woman in a dream wouldn't say it hurts nor would she have your lovely scent," Link said, touching his nose with a smile.

Eva responded, "Many people who suddenly become rich or successful feel a surreal emptiness afterwards, leading to a loss of drive and spirit, but you're different. Everything you have now you truly deserve, so you don't need to be confused."

"Does that include holding your hand?"

"Of course not, holding your hand is the reward I deserve after my recent hard work, not your reward," Eva cheekily pulled his hand as she spoke.

Link laughed softly. This woman was quite interesting, always managing to flirt with him when he least expected it, much more so than Du Chen who could only sway her ample hips in front of him.

"Yes, you've been working very hard lately, and your achievements are quite notable. How about I reward you with something more, like a passionate kiss?"

Link laughed as he held her slender waist.

Ivanka looked up at him, her eyes bright and sparkling, and spoke softly, "I brought a new type of anti-wolf spray with me when I came out, I don't know how effective it is, do you want to help me test it?"

Link helplessly smiled and loosened his grip on her soft waist.

"Sometimes I really don't understand you. You say you don't like me, yet you treat me as if you were my lover, with thoughtfulness and tolerance. But when you say you like me, you often push me thousands of miles away, being hot and cold, distant and close. Do all you women like to use this tactic to deal with guys?"

Ivanka said in a light voice, "When you are blaming others, why don't you try looking for problems within yourself? When a woman is dealing with a man, what she needs most is a sense of security. They use various methods to ensure that after falling in love, they won't be hurt, abandoned, and their invested love and time won't be wasted.

When they meet a good man and confirm that he is the person they want, they will stop testing and love him wholeheartedly.

When they meet a scumbag, even though they love him very much, to protect themselves from being hurt and abandoned, they become extremely cautious, testing little by little, like touching a flame with their hands, distant and close. Could it be that this isn't a trick, but a means for girls to protect themselves?"

Listening, Link was stunned for a moment, wanting to object, but then he suddenly remembered that not only Ivanka treated him this way, Taylor did the same. Could it be that Taylor broke up with him because he was too flirtatious, and she decisively broke it off to protect herself, leaving no room for reconciliation?

However, when he was with Taylor, he had never thought about giving her up because of other women. He was fully devoted to Taylor, except for the occasional physical infidelity.

In his breakup with Taylor, he didn't think it was all his fault but that Taylor herself was flawed. She was a scumbag woman.

Link became angry thinking about Taylor, and looked into Ivanka's eyes, "If I promise you that I will not cheat again from now on, focusing only on my career and family, would you treat me wholeheartedly?"

Ivanka's beautiful eyes stared unblinkingly at him, her palm resting on his chest, "I have seen many scumbags, including my father, so I'm not unfamiliar with this kind of animal. When a scumbag is really willing to mend his ways, it's because he is tired of everything outside and is willing to return to his family and take on his family responsibilities. It's when a man truly matures, not just making casual promises.

Just like right now, if Jessica Alba stripped naked in front of you, wanting to sleep with you, and Anne Hathaway stripped naked showing her white body, crawling into your bed, or Megan Fox kneeling on the ground to perform oral sex for you, would you refuse them?"

"...."

"No need to say anymore, your heart rate has increased," Ivanka said.

Ivanka shook her head and continued walking forward.

Link touched his chest, revealing a helpless smile. Based on the three possibilities she just mentioned, any normal man would have his heart rate speed up, not to mention that those words came from Miss Ivanka, the human peach, doubling the effect.

"You dare let me test it?"

Link caught up to her, grabbing her hand, but seeing her exaggerated pectorals, he felt that even placing his hand on them might not let him feel her heartbeat. He simply said, "What can a messy heartbeat prove? If Tom Cruise, Pilard Pitt, and Sean Penn, stripped naked and seduced you, would you refuse them?"

Ivanka gave him a coquettish white eye, "The youngest, most handsome, and strongest man just tried to kiss me, and I decisively refused him. Do you think there's any man who could tempt me?"

Uh!

Link was somewhat dazed, she was too right, compared to himself, Tom Cruise and those three old leeks really didn't have much appeal.

He wished he had also said earlier that standing before him was the world's most beautiful, sexiest, and smartest woman, what other woman could tempt him?

Time to flirt with Ivanka.

Too bad he hadn't thought of it earlier.

"Also, the sexiest moment for a man isn't when he takes off his clothes; that's when a man is at his ugliest, resembling an animal. A man is truly sexy when he is dressed appropriately, standing at the top of his profession worldwide, possessing wealth, power, intelligence, and talent.

Like when you stand on the highest podium at the Olympics, hold up the Golden Belt in the boxing ring, are crowned 'Music King' by Rolling Stone, or ranked as the youngest self-made billionaire by Forbes Magazine. That's when you're the sexiest man in the world. So, darling, don't try to test me with any naked men; that trick won't work on me," Ivanka said.

Ivanka looked at his handsome cheek and kissed it lightly, then stepped past him with a sexy stride.

Link touched the cheek she had kissed, and looked at her peach-like buttocks, but his mind was devoid of any romantic thoughts. For now, he only wanted to stay as far away from this woman as possible—the farther the better. This woman's league was too high; he couldn't possibly match her, even if he lived two more lifetimes.

"Hey, hurry up, the show is about to start,"

Tiffany waved three tickets, calling out crisply in front of the Broadway Theatre.