Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

I’m not attached to any way you’re showing up

I won’t be fascinated by any way you show.

I’m just gonna love you like the woman I love

I’ll just love you because you are the woman I love.

Yeah, I’m gonna love you

At West Palm Beach Park, Link, dressed in a blue suit, was sitting at the piano with his hands on the black and white keys, playing and singing "The Woman I Love" surrounded by lush green grass, a dolphin-shaped fountain, and a flower-adorned canopy.

When he finished, the area erupted with enthusiastic applause and cheers, everyone praising Link’s performance.

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Link smiled gently, stood up, and bowed to everyone.

Today was the wedding day of Daniel, the partner from the hotdog shop next door, and his bride was Miss Lina from the ice cream shop.

It was said that Daniel pursued Lina by buying an ice cream from her shop every day, becoming the best sampler at Lina’s ice cream shop, and even suffered a few stomachaches from it.

After persisting for over three years, he finally moved Lina, and she accepted his proposal on New Year’s, proving that true lovers will eventually unite.

"Daniel, Lina, congratulations!"

Link looked at the groom, Daniel, dressed in a black suit, who, despite sweating at the neck, still wore a happy smile, and beside him stood Lina in a pristine white wedding dress, a beautiful girl indeed.

The two of them matched each other very well.

Link hugged them both and offered his congratulations.

"Link, thank you for playing at our wedding, making you, a big star, our accompaniment. Lina and I must be the happiest newlyweds in the world," Daniel said, holding onto Lina with a laugh.

"Haha, yes, so you must keep being happy," Link replied, patting his shoulder and hugging him again.

The wedding continued, with Daniel and his bride Lina sharing their love story over a microphone on the green lawn lined with a red carpet, from meeting to knowing, loving, and finally coming together. Though they didn’t have mansions, sports cars, or jewels, the happiness they possessed was surely more than those living in mansions.

"I’m so jealous of Daniel, I should have gone to Lina’s ice cream shop too."

At the front row of the audience, Link sat in the middle, with chubby James on his left and Michael on his right, both dressed in suits, serving as groomsmen at the wedding.

Hearing about Daniel’s pursuit of Lina, an envious expression surfaced on James’s round face.

"You have a girlfriend too, right? Named..."

Link remembered James had mentioned he also had a girlfriend, met in the Pink Lover’s Bar after the 2008 Americas Zone qualification.

"Brenda!"

James shrugged his round shoulders, rubbing his palms, "We broke up after just over four months. She didn’t like it here, especially the beach. She said it was too quiet and not enough people. She preferred busier places, later I heard she went to New York."

Link patted his chubby back, "With so many girls at the beach, you can definitely find another one."

James, managing Baker’s diving shop and riding on Link’s fame, was also earning over a hundred thousand a year. He was now worth several hundred thousand dollars, quite a wealthy man.

"Can’t find one. Now whenever girls see me, they ask about you. I’m worried about saying the wrong things in interviews like last time; I dare not say anything, how can I find a girlfriend?" James said with a resentful glance.

"Is it my fault? I’ve told you, just say whatever, don’t worry about leaking any secrets, even if you do, it doesn’t matter. It’s your lack of courage, how can you blame me?" Link said discontentedly.

"Really, I can say anything? Like that time you dated Emma and Gadot in the train compartment, can I talk about that too?"

James squinted his small eyes, grinning mischievously.

Link thought for a moment; his intimate video with Emma had been exposed, and the media had dredged up their 2008 scandal. Revealing that he and Emma dated in the shop wouldn’t make much difference, just another rumor.

As for Gal Gadot, she was already married, and Taylor knew about his past relationship with Gadot, so there was no issue in speaking out as their rumor had already circulated in the media.

He told James it was okay to talk, no need to keep any secrets.

"How about you and Taylor? Did she forgive you?"

James scratched his reddening cheek, asking.

Link shook his head.

Taylor’s phone was still unreachable, and she hadn’t responded to his emails.

Mrs. Andrea told him that she had explained to Taylor on his behalf, but Taylor didn’t say anything.

Selena excitedly told him that when she went to the villa yesterday, Taylor had already secluded herself, staying alone in the music room with the door locked, seeing no one, and not responding when she spoke to her.

Selena said she took a small ladder and climbed up to peek through the window, and saw Taylor writing songs in the music room, with sheets of musical scores scattered everywhere, perhaps hundreds of them.

Hearing that Taylor was writing songs, Link knew he was in trouble, as he would surely be severely criticized in her songs, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Having lived with Taylor for over a year, he had come to know her somewhat: optimistic, innocent, proactive, quite concerned about outsiders’ opinions, and striving for perfection in both music and other aspects. Whenever she saw professional negative reviews in the media, she would be very stressed, unable to eat or sleep, constantly reflecting until no one criticized her.

Whether something joyful or upsetting happened, she would write it into her songs, and after writing, she would gradually calm down.

Since she had written hundreds of pages this time, he hoped she wouldn’t be as angry after she finished writing.

"Now please, the groom, place the ring on the bride’s finger!"

On the red carpet, the priest officiating the wedding said.

Daniel glanced down from the stage, Link nudged the chubby James, who looked at him puzzled.

"The ring! The ring!"

"Oh! It’s here with me, nearly forgot it."

James fumbled around on his body, sweating profusely, and eventually found a small red box in the inner pocket of his suit. He waddled up to the stage, his rotund figure bouncing, and handed the wedding ring to Daniel.

Having delivered the ring, James returned to his seat and heaved a great sigh of relief.

"After getting married, Daniel plans to close the hot dog stand here and move downtown with Lina to open a fast food restaurant. James, are you going to stay here?"

Michael beside him patted his hands and said.

James’ chubby face froze for a moment, "Daniel and Linda are leaving?"

"Yes, I am also planning to leave here, to go out and see the world, although I’ll be back within the year," Michael said.

"Why? Why do you all want to leave? Isn’t it nice staying here on the beach?" James asked, his face full of confusion.

"The beach is nice, but no one stays here forever, so it’s better to go out and see the world while we’re young. Don’t you want to see the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, Universal Studios in Hollywood, the Walk of Fame, or the city that never sleeps, Las Vegas, the sunrise in Yellowstone Park, the snow in Rocky Mountains? Don’t you want to see all these?" Michael asked.

James shook his head while his meaty face wobbled, "No, it’s too far; it would require a lot of walking. Link have you seen these places? Are they as beautiful as Miami Beach?"

Link thought for a moment; he had driven past the Empire State Building, crossed the Brooklyn Bridge, filmed in Universal Studios, seen the celebrity tiles on the Walk of Fame, and stayed for a few nights at Caesars Palace, the fanciest hotel in Vegas, but he was too busy with work to really notice whether they were beautiful.

"They’re all not bad, each with its own charm!" Link said earnestly.

"I want to go see them," Michael said, his eyes full of longing.

"Alright, you all can go, I’ll stay here alone," James said, his face showing disappointment as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Why not come with me to Los Angeles? Los Angeles also has sunny beaches and palm trees, and the scenery is quite nice. You could continue running a scuba gear shop on Santa Monica Beach; the business might even do better than it did on Miami Beach," Link said, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Los Angeles? I heard it’s even messier there, with Black people frequently robbing on the streets, and the ’92 riots left over a hundred people dead," James said, scratching his heated face.

"The earthquake in January at Prince’s Port killed three or four hundred thousand people, last year in America, 32,000 people died from gun violence and over a hundred thousand from various sudden illnesses. Do you want to live in space instead?" Link said helplessly.

"Alright, I was just saying. I’ll have to think about going to Los Angeles, maybe I’ll go, but not now," James said, furrowing his brows.

Link didn’t try to persuade him further; it was the chubby man’s own decision to make. As a friend, all he could offer was encouragement and help when needed.

Daniel’s wedding ended, Link went back to the beach, helped sort a batch of scuba gear, and arranged for the shipping company to send the yacht to Los Angeles. He also bought a villa in Miami Gardens to facilitate future vacations.

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