Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Waking up in a room more than two hundred meters high, the sky outside was already bright. The golden sun's rays, piercing through the white clouds and the ethereal mist, cast a shine on the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting up the entire room, which was clear and bright.

Yet the clock showed it wasn't even six o'clock.

When he donned athleisure and ran down to the building's lobby, the sky over the Manhattan streets was still shrouded in night. The light was dim, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the streets, nor were the stores open. The dawn here was quiet.

Looking up at the tops of several skyscrapers, all their lights were on, the bright light refracted by the glass walls was beautiful and magnificent, like castles in the sky.

Link took the subway to Central Park, getting off at 59th street, and ran along the sidewalk around the park.

Central Park is three kilometers long and 0.8 kilometers wide. A quick lap takes less than forty minutes. Last year, during the New York marathon, all runners circled Central Park 4.5 times. The fastest record was 2 hours 23 minutes. Link thought he might have a chance to challenge it.

After running a lap, he arrived at the New York City Museum bus stop. From a distance, he saw a tall girl under the sign, wearing fruit green leggings and an orange sports shirt, revealing her full curves at the front, slender and smooth legs, and a slim, fair waist.

Like Link, she wore a baseball cap over her chestnut-brown ponytail, which, paired with her rosy and delicate oval face, made her appear refreshing, beautiful, and full of energy.

"Link!"

The girl waved her hands joyfully upon spotting him.

Her deep blue eyes under the brim of her cap brightened.

From a physiognomic perspective, those with large and bright eyes are simple-minded and kind-hearted, unable to hide their thoughts, while those with small and murky eyes are generally more inscrutable and unpredictable.

Alexandra Daddario's eyes were very large, looking into them you could tell if she was happy or not; she was a relatively straightforward girl.

Having spent time with Taylor and Ivanka, he now quite enjoyed chatting with a girl like Daddario, feeling no pressure.
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"Good morning, Yanni!"

Link called out her nickname and ran up to the platform with large strides.

"You're all sweaty, how far did you run?"

Daddario noticed the heavy perspiration on his body, the collar and chest of his shirt were clearly damp, and his strong muscular lines became more distinct and clear. Blinking her large eyes, she asked.

"Just ran a lap around Central Park,"

Link pointed across and said.

"That fast? What time did you get up?"

As Daddario spoke, she pulled out a wet wipe to dab the sweat off his face. As she lifted her fair and long arms, she also tip-toed slightly, propelling her pleasant scent into his nostrils.

Link, looking at the face close to his, her clear eyes, perky nose, jelly-like red lips, and peach blossom-like rosy cheeks, couldn't help but extend his hand to wrap around her waist.

Daddario stepped forward, her chest bumping against his firm pectorals, her soft waist bending into a 'C' shape, her hands climbing up to his neck.

The two kissed for a long time on the platform until they heard a few people say.

'Look, they're kissing!'

'Hey, isn't that the couple from the M86 bus yesterday? Why are they kissing again?'

'Oh God, why do I have to see them kissing again here, don't I deserve to live?'

Hearing the comments, Link and Daddario, while kissing, couldn't help to laugh and, without waiting for the people in the platform to see their faces clearly, they ran off hand in hand along the sidewalk.

Watching their retreating figures, the singles quietly envied them. That guy was tall and handsome, lived near Central Park, and had a hot beautiful girlfriend. His life was too good.

'That guy looked like Link!'

'I thought so too!'

'The girl looks like an actress with big breasts.'

Hearing the conversation nearby, single-dog Bob was stunned for a moment. Recalling the profile of that guy, sharp and well-defined, it did seem like Link. His eyes shifted as he pulled out his phone to call his paparazzi friend.

He just saw in the news that Link was confirmed to be dating Miss Ivanka, a top-level beauty with top-level excellence and a top-tier family background. Yet, this guy was out early in the morning causing trouble for other girls, another one with a figure that's explosively good-looking.

That was too greedy.

Such people must be exposed to allow all singles to condemn them together.

Having run two laps around the lakes in Central Park, near eight o'clock, he kissed Daddario goodbye near her place, then took a ride back to his Yorkville apartment to grab a few things and drove to the Woolworth Building.

Back in the apartment, the interior was bright. The decor was clearer than in the evening, some grand and luxurious, others refined and elegant, full of design. It was like an art palace.

"Where have you been?"

Ivanka came down from the second-floor staircase. She had finished her yoga practice, wearing white yoga pants with a chest wrap and a thermal blanket over her shoulders, with fine sweat on her forehead.

"Running in Central Park, and stopped by the Yorkville apartment on the way back."

"Why run there?"

"The air is good!"

Link shrugged and said.

Ivanka gave him a deep look and said, "Let's eat," then turned and walked into the breakfast room.

Link, caught by her gaze, felt a pang of guilt, as if he couldn't hide anything from her eyes.

Living with a woman like that under the same roof was too stressful. Link began to wonder if moving in together was a good idea.

At the breakfast table, they discussed today's schedule. Link would read at home in the morning, train at the boxing gym at noon, and in the afternoon visit the company to talk to Lana about the new song "Dancing with Your Ghost."

This song is suitable for girls to sing, and if she can bring out that feeling, give her the song.

Ivanka said she was also exercising at home in the morning, taking care of her skin, going to the company to deal with work at noon, and needed to head back to the Thompson Family villa in the afternoon — her stepmother, Mrs. Mina, just called to say Mr. Thompson was ill, feeling unwell in his heart, and hoped she could go back to see him.

"Is it serious?"

"No worries, it's just his old condition."

Ivanka moved the corner of her lips indifferently and said.

Beep beep beep!

While they were talking, an alarm went off in the living room. Ivanka picked up the remote control and turned on the LCD screen in the dining room, only to see Tiffany holding her bag and shoes, standing at the door, annoyed, and asking through the monitor, "Why won't the door open?"

"You haven't had breakfast yet, where are you going?"

Ivanka asked blandly.

"I'm not eating here, I'll eat when I go back!"

Tiffany shouted.

"Stop it! Come and eat."

Ivanka turned off the monitor.

A while later, Tiffany walked into the dining room with a pout and an unhappy face. She had originally planned to get up early in the morning, sneak out before Link and Ivanka were up, and reappear after things had settled down.

But she woke up at past nine, tried to slip away quietly while they were eating, yet the door wouldn't open, and she had to bite the bullet and face her fearsome older sister.

To avoid being caught by the ears by Ivanka, she wisely sat next to Link to find herself a protective umbrella.

"Out with it! What did you do wrong?"

Ivanka asked as she spread caviar on her bread and looked at her.

"Nothing, how could I possibly do anything bad when I'm this well-behaved."

Tiffany shook her head repeatedly and took the milk that Link handed over, gulping it down.

"Did you wet the bed?"

Pfft!

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm sixteen, practically an adult, how could I possibly still wet the bed? Don't talk nonsense; there are boys here."

Tiffany retorted with her face flushed.

"You're getting this agitated, so does that mean I guessed right? It's okay to wet the bed, just have a maid come over and clean it up later, no need to be embarrassed."

"It's absolutely not like that, okay! I didn't wet the bed, I didn't!"

Tiffany, leaning on the table, shouted vexedly.

Ivanka shrugged her fragrant shoulders and elegantly continued with her breakfast.

"Don't rush, sit down and talk slowly."

Link urged her as he held her arm.

With a huff, Tiffany looked at the two and resignedly said, "Fine, I confess, last night I accidentally exposed your relationship."

Tiffany told them that after she posted the video last night, someone asked about her relationship with Link, how come she was with him at the musical at night, suspecting they were dating, and under pressure, she had to tell the netizens that the two of them were in a relationship.

After she finished speaking, Tiffany lowered her head, waiting to be scolded by Eva, but after a while, when she looked up, she saw Ivanka still eating as if she hadn't heard, and Link had a clear and bright smile.

"You're not mad at me?"

"We weren't planning to hide it anyway, so it's all right for it to be out."

Link said, eating his sweet blueberries with a fork.

"So that's it, I worried for nothing."

Tiffany let out a huge sigh of relief, her shoulders slumping as she began to eat heartily, enthusiastically telling them while she ate.

The video she posted last night went viral, hitting over 5 million views overnight, her YouTube followers increased by 1.02 million, and Twitter by 850,000, still growing rapidly — it felt amazing.

Link smiled gently. Last year when he first joined Twitter and saw his followers soaring – from a few hundred thousand past a million, then to ten million – it felt amazing as well, but later on, the increases were too common, and surpassing forty million didn't even make a ripple.

Furthermore, Tiffany chirped on about how today there were four pieces of news related to him trending on both Yahoo and MySpace.

One was about the melancholic new song he released; netizens were saying he was still not over a breakup.

Two was about him falling asleep during 'The Phantom of the Opera,' which a netizen captured.

Three was about him hearing 'the phantom lady' singing in his dreams, making a fantasy cross-over with 'The Phantom of the Opera,' sparking debates among netizens about whether it was true or not.

The fourth was about him changing girlfriends again.

All four news stories were highly trending, covered on various news websites, and sparking a lot of discussions among netizens.

Link listened but remained unfazed. Since April, his news frequently hit the trending lists; the day he broke up with Taylor, he and Taylor nabbed nine trending spots – so having four today wasn't much.

Breakfast finished and a new day of life began, with the three of them going about their separate ways.