Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Fight! Fight! Fight! KO!!"

"Fourth KO! Fourth time KO!"

"Awesome! Link is so amazing!"

"Champion Link! Link is the champion!!"

In the Swift family's villa in Los Angeles, Taylor watched the boxing match broadcast on HBO, saw Link knock out his opponent Andrea Berto with a punch, and excitedly bounced up from the carpet, waving her fists a few times.

Madam Andrea saw her five-foot-eleven daughter bouncing around the house like a child, covered her cheek helplessly with her hand, worried that at nineteen, she was still so unruly.

"Taylor, be careful, you're an adult now."

Madam Andrea said, admonishingly.

Taylor retracted her fists and looked back at her mother, huffed lightly, and then turned to her father, Mr. Tom Swift, who was watching the boxing match in the living room.

"Dad, what do you think of Link's boxing?"

Taylor asked, tugging on Mr. Swift's arm.

Old Mr. Swift adjusted his glasses, smiled, and said, "Link is a very promising boxer, his technique, speed, power, and his ring tactics are all top-notch. As long as he can keep it up, he should have a chance to win a championship title in the future."

Taylor lifted the corner of her mouth, looked at Madam Andrea beside her, and said with a bit of pride, "Mom, Dad says Link has a chance to become a boxing champion in the future. Boxers are athletes, and they make a lot of money, not any less than what I make as a singer. Now you shouldn't be opposed to me dating Link, right?"

Madam Andrea frowned displeasedly upon hearing her daughter's words, "Taylor, what do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm a snob? That I look down on Link and that's why I don't want you two dating?"

"Isn't it?"

Taylor crossed her arms and snorted through her nose, when suddenly her ear was pinched by Madam Andrea, "Ah, Mom, what are you doing? Let go of my ear."

Madam Andrea, pinching her ear, said angrily, "When have I ever looked down on Link? I just feel that you two aren't the same kind, not in the same circle, not even living in the same place, and aren't suitable to be a couple. That's why I advised you not to get too close to him, not because he's poor.

I'm totally considering your best interest, and yet you regard me as a snob, like a witch trying to sabotage your relationship?

Taylor, you really are Mommy's good daughter."

"Mom, let go first."

Taylor rescued her ear from her mother's grasp, covering her ear and frowning, "Link and I are just dating, not getting married, so why can't we?

And even if it comes to marriage, it wouldn't be impossible. Link is so handsome, strong, and cool, he would definitely be a great partner. Mom, you were once a young girl too. If you met a guy like Link when you were young, surely you would have fallen for him in a heartbeat, assuming you didn't have a mom who 'cared about you' so much."

Taylor curled her lip as she heavily emphasized 'cared about you'.

Madam Andrea got mad, reaching out again to grab her daughter's ear.

Taylor deftly dodged her mother's hand and took cover behind Mr. Swift, using him as a shield, and flashed a triumphant smile at Madam Andrea.

Madam Andrea, puffing in frustration, snatched the remote control from Mr. Swift's hand and pointed at Taylor, complaining, "Forget the TV, look at your daughter, look at how she talks to me."

Caught between his wife and daughter, Mr. Swift couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead and cleared his throat, "Taylor, apologize to your mom."

"I didn't do anything wrong, why apologize? Mom should be the one apologizing. I made a promise to Link a long time ago that if he made it to the finals, I would be there to cheer for him.

Yesterday Link sent me a message saying that he was fighting in the finals today, asking when I would arrive.

I had already bought a ticket to Miami, but right before I was about to board the plane, Mom insisted on dragging me to Disney Channel for some music broadcast show. I couldn't refuse, so I couldn't go and cheer for Link at the venue.

Link will definitely think I'm an unreliable girl, a friend not worth dating.

Because of Mom's interference, I might not only lose a friend but also a precious relationship.

Dad, Mom is being so unreasonable, do you still want me to apologize?"

Taylor rubbed her eyes, pretending to cry as she spoke.

Mr. Swift looked seriously at his wife, "Anne, is that true? To stop Taylor from going to Miami, did you deliberately arrange work for her?"

"Of course not, it was Disney that adjusted the recording schedule at the last minute. It's the promotional program produced by Big Machine Company specifically for Taylor's new album's chart ranking; she has to participate."

"I negotiated with the TV station, hoping they could postpone it for two days, but it wasn't possible. The new album has been released; it's a critical moment. We cannot afford a single day's delay. It wasn't that I intentionally obstructed her by adding work at the last minute."

"Taylor herself knows that the program can't be delayed, and she followed me obediently, it's just she didn't want to take the blame for breaking the appointment, so she shifted the blame onto me."

Mrs. Andrea glanced at Taylor, giving her a 'heartless' look.

"I didn't!"

Taylor angrily patted the throw pillow, "If you hadn't called me, mom, I would have been on the plane already."

"Even if I called you, you could have ignored me. After all, you're grown up now, often not listening to me. It's not just this once; there's no need to establish a goody-two-shoes image for yourself, you're not one!" Mrs. Andrea snorted coldly.

Taylor glared annoyed at her mother, clenching her fists and pounding the throw pillow.

One side was going to Miami to watch Link's boxing match, the other was work that could not be pushed aside; she struggled at the airport for a while.

Out of a sense of responsibility and career focus, she still carried her suitcase back to work.

Now that the work was done and seeing the boxing match on TV, thinking about breaking her promise to Link and not being able to cheer for him on-site, she felt extremely, extremely guilty.

This guilt was hard to shake off, so she could only shift it, naturally blaming her mother who also bore some responsibility, hoping her mother would carry the burden.

The result was that Mrs. Andrea not only had no intention of taking the blame for her daughter but also tore off her disguise, exposing her to face her mistakes and guilt stark naked.

Taylor felt very uncomfortable, constantly sniffing.

Mrs. Andrea, having gone through similar situations herself, spotted her daughter's problem immediately and offered her advice, "Better a short pain than a long one. If it's not suitable, it's better to part ways. Isn't it good to remain ordinary friends?"

"Many hunks exist in Hollywood, from the music industry, the film industry, the art circuit, and surely there are boys more suitable for you than Link," she said.

"How could they compare to Link? Link is so handsome and strong, and his temperament is also very clean, fitting my aesthetic perfectly. The guys in the entertainment industry seem like they've crawled out from a pile of trash, vain and decadent. I find them so repulsive, how could I possibly date them?"

Taylor tilted her little face upward, her voice firm, with an air of Link being the best man in the world.

Mrs. Andrea covered her forehead, giving Mr. Swift a sharp look that said, 'It's your turn now, you're a man, you can't let a woman handle everything.'

Mr. Swift adjusted his glasses and after thinking for a moment said, "Honey, is Link really as good as you say?"

"Yes, he's very good."

Taylor nodded affirmatively.

"Since Link is a good boy, you could call him and tell him about the difficulties you're facing. If he is a good boy, he should be understanding and forgive you," Mr. Swift advised.

Taylor thought about it and felt that her dad's words were more reliable than her mum's.

She nodded, straightened her skirt, kissed the top of her dad's nearly balding head, and with slippered feet, patter-pattered upstairs.

"Ah, Taylor has grown up, and it's becoming harder and harder to manage her."

Mrs. Andrea slumped in the sofa and said.

"Well, then stop managing. Taylor is a smart girl; she will make the right choices," Mr. Swift said, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder.

Mrs. Andrea nodded and rested her head on her husband's shoulder.

On the TV, Link was still boxing in the ring...