Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"I heard that Taylor has been busy recording songs and releasing a new album, not having time to take care of the kids, so he drove to Taylor's mansion in Beverly Hills, planning to take the two little ones to the Half Mountain Villa, along with little Margarita. The three kids together would make it more lively."

"Daddy!"

When they saw him coming, Cynthia and Alexander excitedly ran over and threw themselves into his arms.

Link gently exerted some effort and lifted both kids, kissing each on the cheek.

Although they saw each other almost every week, the little ones were always excited to see him.

The main reason was that Taylor was quite strict with the two when it came to their upbringing, arranging for home tutors from as early as one and a half years old, teaching them music, painting, and preschool courses, and seldom spending time playing with the kids.

While Link had more free time, whenever he was with the little ones, he would play with them, go to sea parks, amusement parks, and watch cartoons together.

Taylor turned into a tiger mom, while he turned into a cat dad.

"Hmm!"

Taylor came downstairs, dressed casually in a t-shirt and denim shorts, looking great with a graceful petite face and her hair casually strewn, not much into dressing up, looking particularly annoyed when she saw him.

Link didn't care, holding a lovely little one in each arm, looking towards the kids' mother.

"How's the new album coming along?"

"What's it to you, why should I tell you?"

Taylor said snappishly, wrinkling her nose.

"If you're out of inspiration, I can help you look for some."

"I don't need it! Cynthia, Alexander, come down now, you're too old to be held all the time."

Taylor took the little ones from his hands, directing them to go to their room to draw.

Alexander and Cynthia blinked their large eyes, looking pitifully at Link. The sight saddened him, and he glared at Taylor, "The kids are just two years old. Why are you scheduling these classes for them? Is it because you don't have time to play with them and leave them with teachers instead? If that is the case, I should take the kids back to my place; at two years old, they should be playing freely, not constrained by their nature."

"It's none of your business, I gave birth to them; I can raise them how I see fit."

Taylor said arrogantly.

"Would you have children without me?"

"You jerk! Don't you dare bring up the past. Just thinking about it makes me want to stab you."

Taylor clenched her pristine fists and waved them before his face.

Link shook his head, squatted down, and softly said a few words to the two little ones. Alexander and Cynthia nodded their little chins and pitter-pattered back to their room.

"What did you tell them?"

Taylor asked, frowning.

Link walked to the bar, poured two glasses of purified water, handing her one, "I told them to go back and draw casually for now, I'll take them to the Half Mountain Villa later to play."

"Who said they were going with you to the Half Mountain Villa? I didn't agree, you can't take them today."

Taylor sat on the chair, legs crossed, stating.

Link shook his head, "I recently wrote two songs, they aren't bad, want to listen?"

"Do you want to trade a song for each child, Alexander and Cynthia, one for each?"

Taylor asked with a fox-like blink.

"Stop the nonsense, do you want to listen or not!"

"Just play it, why yell!"

Taylor glared at him, stomping upstairs in her slippers.

Link shook his head and followed upstairs, noticing the two little ones peeking from behind the doorframe at him, he gently smiled, asking them to wait a bit, he would be down soon.

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Decisions as I go, to anywhere I flow

Just leaving as I say, amid the tides of time

Sometimes I believe, at times I'm rational

I believe, staying composed is the truth

I can fly high, I can go low

I can soar high, I can also glide low

Today I got a million, Tomorrow, I don't know

In the music room, Link played the piano while singing the newly copied song "Reality," a popular hit by the Belgian band 'Lost Frequencies'.

Besides that, Link also sang a new song he had written.

After finishing, he turned his head to look at Taylor leaning by the window.

"How does it feel?"

"The first one is not bad, the second one isn't mature enough, so today you can only take one kid, Alexander or Cynthia, which one will you take?"

Taylor asked, arms crossed.

Link tugged at the corner of his mouth, walked over to her, "I heard from Anne that you've been busy creating behind closed doors lately, any progress?"

"Of course, a lot. The only trouble is too many good songs, I don't know which ones to put on my next album."

Taylor lifted her chin slightly showing a hint of pride.

"It's good to have that attitude; unlike me, I can only write a few songs at a time, sometimes wanting to change the song but without any backups, it's terrible. If I could produce as much as you, writing hundreds of good songs a year, I wouldn't have left the industry so early."

Link praised.

Taylor snorted softly, looking at him sideways, "So you're showing off that every song you write is a classic, one of yours equals ten of mine, right?"

"No, a hundred!"

"What?"

Taylor's fists tensed.

"Just kidding."

Link caught her pristine fist, "Don't always clench your fists at me; I was joking. Don't forget, my piano, guitar, and songwriting skills were all taught by you. How could I possibly be better than you? A singer like you is the real artist, I'm at most a pop star. Although my albums sell well, initially I relied on publicity, later on various spells to boost sales. If it were purely based on the quality of songs, I absolutely couldn't compare to you, nor even Katy Perry or Justin Bieber."

"Are you saying your songs 'See you again,' 'Legends never die,' 'Unstoppable,' 'All of me,' 'Give me reason,' 'Just the way you are,' and so on, are all garbage songs?"

Taylor asked indignantly.

"You can't call it trash music. I just think you are better than me at composing, singing, stage performance, and everything. You are my idol, truly."

"Humph! Do I need your compliments?"

Taylor clenched her fists and pounded on his sturdy arm, "You're not incompetent, you're just too lazy, you have too much money, too many things to handle. If you could give up the messy stuff and focus on music, no one in the music industry could compete with you, you're sabotaging yourself."

"No, maybe my fans would feel sorry for reducing the creation, but my movie fans and boxing fans would be thrilled."

Link said laughing.

"Yes, it's degrading to stop being a musician and go shoot those kinds of adult films."

Taylor said with disapproval.

"But I got the Best Actor award at the Cannes Film Festival, many professional actors haven't even achieved that."

Link bragged.

"Humph, what's there to be proud of? If I were an actor, I could win at Cannes, maybe even get the Oscars Best Actress."

Taylor argued unconvinced.

"You? If you try acting, you'd be next year's Razzie Award winner for Worst Actress."

"Nonsense! I would never win a Razzie Award."

Taylor hit him a few more times with her fists.

"Okay, I was just kidding. You're so smart, as long as you're willing to work hard, even the Oscars Best Actress is not impossible."

Link hugged her and chuckled.

"Humph, you jerk, just trying to irritate me."

Taylor rolled her eyes at him.

Link smiled gently and leaned against the windowsill, letting the sunlight shower over him. In the warm sunlight, Taylor's fragrance intensified, her thin ears turned powdery pink under the sun, her cheeks rosy white.

"We haven't had a quiet talk like this in a long time."

Link sighed.

Back when they lived together, there were many times they didn't talk, or understood each other too well, no words needed. After their breakup, every meeting ended in arguments.

Today, although they argued, they were much calmer.

It probably had to do with age. Everyone matured and became more rational.

Taylor glanced sideways and blinked, "You want to take Alexander and Cynthia away, that's why you're humoring me. Don't think I can't see through you."

Link shook his head, pulled her into his arms, their faces turning to each other, staring into her blue eyes, still as beautiful as before, but now tinged with tiredness and irritability he could see through.

"What are you doing?"

Taylor blinked looking at him.

Link lifted her chin and leaned down to kiss her lips, starting gently then deepening the kiss. Initially, Taylor closed her eyes, but less than twenty seconds into the kiss, she suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away.

"What? Thinking seduction will work? That won't work on me."

Taylor shook her fist.

"No, during my free time I often think about visiting you. You're becoming more independent; I'm not sure if you'd be annoyed to see me. Every time I come over, I hesitate for a long time, looking for a proper excuse. Sometimes I think, if you weren't so great, so independent, I'd find a way to buy up all your contracts and then I'll be able to hog your time legitimately every day."

"Freak, you'll never get your way."

Taylor lifted her chin and spoke.

Link shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave.

"Just leaving like this? Giving up the chance to be with Alexander and Cynthia that easily? You're really not acting like a competent father."

Taylor scoffed coldly.

"What do you want?"

"You could continue finding ways to please me. If I get happy, maybe I'll agree to let you take the kids."

Taylor crossed her arms, looking smug.

Link glanced at her, scoffed, stepped forward, not waiting for her to speak. He cupped her head and deeply kissed her.

Taylor was held in his arms, pounding on his shoulders with her fists, but it was futile as her body gradually softened in the heat of the kiss.

Link didn't give her a chance to speak. During the kiss, he pushed her against the wall, and methodically began to disarm her.

During Taylor's struggle.

He was like an undefeated Fighter in the boxing ring, his weapons easily breaking through her sheer defenses, hitting the home base accurately.

A great battle was imminent.

Over an hour later, he left Taylor utterly defeated and successfully took Alexander and Cynthia with him.

But when he took the two kids, the babysitter had already packed their bags, which made him suspect that the previous antics were superfluous—perhaps he didn't need to put so much effort to take the two kids after all?

"Jerk, you better not teach them boxing. If I find out, you know the consequences!"

Taylor yelled from the second-floor windowsill, her voice hoarse and hair disheveled.

"Got it. Alexander, Cynthia, say bye to mommy."

Link placed the two in children's car seats and said.

"Bye mommy!"

Both kids waved their little hands through the car window, clearly calling out goodbye and telling mom they were going out with dad.

Very sweet and adorable.

"Daddy, why did mommy call you a jerk?"

Cynthia asked with her little face tilted up, her voice sweet.

Link's face darkened, and he glared at the laughing Taylor, telling Cynthia that it's a term of endearment only parents can use towards each other, not her, then he swiftly changed the subject to prevent that word from rooting in her young memory.

"Dear, we're leaving now. If you miss Alexander and Cynthia, you are welcome to visit anytime."

"I know, stop nagging."

Taylor closed the window and turned back into the house.

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