Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Hey, Eva, are you dating Link?"

Bob Lauren from the Lauren family asked.

"Why do you ask?"

Cradling a wine glass, Eva looked at Link surrounded by women and smiled slightly.

"I heard Link has a girlfriend, Taylor Swift, right? Are you guys in a love triangle?"

Bob Lauren grinned like a toad and chuckled mischievously.

Eva shrugged her fragrant shoulders, neither confirming nor denying.

Seeing Eva’s demeanor, the surrounding heirs of wealth appeared displeased. Eva was the most beautiful girl in their circle and talented, too, not to mention efficient. She had always been a top choice for marriage alliances.

Her family had faced a financial crisis and needed a large sum of money to bail out the TP Group’s industries, which seemed like a great opportunity for everyone to make their move.

But then out of nowhere, some beach boy Link showed up by Eva’s side, and the two of them even started up Link Music together. To everyone’s astonishment, they made Link Music a resounding success.

According to The Wall Street Journal’s year-end estimate, with three best-selling singers, Link Music was valued at over a hundred million US dollars, roughly 150 million.

As the president of Link Music, Eva had become a star figure in New York high society. The heads of great families wanted their younger generations to learn from Eva, with many hoping their descendants could marry her.

Having such a shrewd and capable woman, skilled in management, in the family was beneficial to the family’s development.

Regrettably, ever since Eva collaborated with Link, she rarely attended their gatherings or mingled with other men. She was very circumspect when accepting invitations from other suitors, keen to avoid scandal.

It was as though she had married Link, giving her body and soul to him.

This transformation filled everyone with jealousy toward Link. Previously, they had the chance to pursue Eva but weren’t interested. Now that she was off-limits, they found her increasingly beautiful, haunting their dreams.

An example of this was little Kunas.

In the past, he never chased a girl for more than a month, but this time, he spent a year pursuing Eva, to no avail—not even holding her hand.

The more it stayed out of reach, the more convinced he became about Eva.

"Hey Eva, there’s an Andrea Bocelli concert at Carnegie Hall next week. Do you have time to join me?"

Dressed in a suit, with his hair neatly parted, Kunas approached her politely.

"Reed, with the New Year approaching, the company is swamped. I haven’t taken any leave for a month, and next week will be the same."

Eva declined gently.

"Alright then!"

Kunas shrugged and with a squint, he glanced around her chest and said with a smirk, "Eva, I am planning to work at Atlantic Records as a vice president of the distribution company. Starting next year, we’ll be in the same industry. I hope we can have more opportunities to collaborate."

"Oh?"

Eva appeared surprised, having not heard about this before.

"Haha, the music industry is very lucrative right now. My father holds a small part of Atlantic Records’ stocks and is a member of the board. I’ll be taking over this position."

Kunas said, swirling his drink. Continue your saga on

"Congratulations! Welcome to the music industry."

Eva replied with a light chuckle, holding her wine glass.

"Haha, Eva, look at Reed. He gave up his position as president of Kunas Real Estate just for you, such a lovesick fool."

"Yes, Eva, we always thought you and Reed were an item,"

Some of the young heirs chimed in.

Eva smiled noncommittally and then saw Link approaching. She excused herself and, in high heels, sashayed towards Link with her curvaceous hips swaying.

"With so many beauties around, why not chat for a bit longer?"

Eva asked softly.

Link wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It’s terrifying, these high society parties. Someone dared to secretly touch my butt, and not just one person."

"Really?"

Eva laughed behind her wine glass, nearly losing her composure. Composing herself, she teased, "With this kind of incident, why don’t you look for the reason within yourself? Is it because your butt is too perky, and they can’t help but reach out?"

"You might be right; it could be my fault."

Link glanced at her and, seeing her mocking expression, couldn’t help but place his hand on her slender waist, his palm slowly sliding down, as if descending a slope, sinking into a marsh.

"What are you doing?"

Eva’s face changed, and she asked coldly.

"With this kind of incident, why don’t you look for the reason within yourself? Is it because your butt is too perky, and he just couldn’t resist reaching out?"

"Tsk! You really are a despicable jerk!"

Suppressing her laughter, Eva pinched him on the waist as well.

Then, Link heard a sound of teeth grinding irritably from behind him.

"Stop it, I need to tell you something."

Ivanka walked through the party with his arm, greeting the guests while bringing up with him the matter of Kunas joining Atlantic Records.

Ivanka said Kunas was narrow-minded, and after joining Atlantic Records, it might affect the cooperation between Link Music and Atlantic Records, such as the overseas distribution of Mars’ album, which was handled by Atlantic Records.

Now that Kunas had taken the position of vice president of distribution at Atlantic Records, he would surely make a fuss in this area.

"Is there any way to solve it?"

"For now, there is not a big issue. Mars’ album is selling well; they won’t deliberately create trouble that would prevent both parties from making money. The problem is with the album production—Kunas might interfere."

Ivanka said thoughtfully.

Since Link Music was newly established, it had too few artists and even fewer of various music genres.

For example, when producing rock, rap, rhythm and blues, and other types of songs, they often need to borrow artists from other record companies.

Atlantic Records’ headquarters is in Manhattan, New York, and it has more artists. Since it is close to Link Music Company, it is one of the entities Link Music often needs to cooperate with.

If Kunas were to interfere, it would affect the work at Link Music.

"We’re not short on money right now, we can recruit some more talents," Link said thoughtfully.

Ivanka nodded, greeted an approaching guest, and continued, "There’s something I forgot to tell you. Last week, Atlantic Records made us an acquisition offer. They offered 40 million US Dollars for a 30% stake in Link Music. Now that I think about it, this might have been Kunas’ idea."

"40 million?"

Link shook his head. In November, Universal Records had proposed buying 50% of Link Music for 50 million, which he and Ivanka had refused.

He and Ivanka were not short of money; 50 million was only equivalent to the earnings from one of his boxing matches, a matter of minutes.

If they accepted Universal’s investment, Universal would soon send someone to join Link Music’s management team, at least a high-ranking executive at the vice president level.

Then Ivanka’s power would be significantly divided, and he would need to follow their arrangements, which would increase his workload.

This was not what he wanted.

He and Ivanka had offered to transfer a 30% stake in Universal Records for 40 million, to facilitate deep cooperation with Universal.

Universal, considering the stake too small, had not agreed for the time being.

Now that Atlantic Records had proposed to invest, and since Atlantic Records was a subsidiary of Warner’s WEA, letting Atlantic invest would be like being a little brother to a big brother’s little brother, which wouldn’t look good; it was better to cooperate with Universal.

"Hey Miss Ivanka, Mr. Baker!"

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties came over to greet them, dressed in a suit, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a refined appearance.

Link was a bit surprised; many people had greeted him just now, calling him ’Link,’ but this man greeted him as ’Mr. Baker’ right away.

"Mr. Woolridge, didn’t Lana come?"

Ivanka stepped forward to greet him.

"Haha, she got quite tired from performing at concerts these past few days, she’s resting at home now."

The middle-aged man came over, shook hands with Ivanka, and then thanked Link while holding his hand, "Miss Ivanka, Mr. Baker, thank you for your help. Liz has been in great spirits recently, very cheerful, and no longer goes out to drink and fight. Her mother and I are very grateful to you both."

Link was utterly confused, not understanding what the man was thanking him for. He looked at Ivanka questioningly.

Ivanka winked at him and smiled, "Mr. Woolridge, we should be thanking you. Lana is even better and more potential than we had imagined. She’s now one of the main pillars of Link Music."

"Haha, that’s all thanks to you. You’ve made Liz what she is today. Mr. Baker, I often hear Lana talking about you at home. She says you are amazing, and she admires you a lot. When you have time, please come visit our house," the middle-aged man said enthusiastically.

"Sure, definitely!"

Link heard that the man seemed to be someone related to Lana, so he nodded and smiled, and once the man left, Link pulled Ivanka aside, "Who is he? Lana’s husband?"

"What nonsense, he’s Lana’s dad."

Ivanka smiled faintly, pulling him aside as they walked and continued, "Mr. Woolridge is also a billionaire. He has over a dozen interior decoration and furniture companies and is one of TP Real Estate’s significant clients. At a gathering in April or May, when he heard I was the president of Link Music, he mentioned he had a daughter who was rebellious since childhood, wanting to be a singer but never succeeding. He recommended Lana to me. Then, I saw Lana’s performance videos on YouTube, felt her level was very good, and that’s why I invited you to listen. And it turned out to be an unexpected gain."

Link recalled that day at the Rooftop Bar, Ivanka asked Lana if she had her family’s permission to drop out and sing. Lana said no, stating that singing was her dream and it had nothing to do with her family. Ivanka had a strange smile on her face.

At that moment, Link thought Ivanka agreed with Lana, supporting her pursuit of her dream.

Now that he thought about it, he understood why she asked that question.

"So Lana is a second-generation rich kid?"

"Yes. Do you want to pursue Lana? I can tell you how to win her over," Ivanka teased.

"Link Music forbids office romance."

"I am the president; what I say goes," Ivanka said, tilting her delicate jaw up slightly with a small smile.

"Ivanka? Are you here?"

As they were talking, they heard a shrill, distinctive voice behind them; it was Ivanka’s father. Link shrugged his shoulders, knowing that the party was effectively over for them.

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