Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Tobey! Don't think you can bluff me, I'm not turning back."

Leonardo glanced at his hand of cards, then looked up and stared intently at Tobey Maguire across the table.

When Tobey Maguire spoke, everyone else at the booth turned to look, nodding in agreement that indeed, it was Miss Thomp who was talking. They spoke softly, careful not to say anything excessive or judge Ivanka openly.

On the one hand, it was due to a good relationship with Link, making it inappropriate to speak recklessly.

On the other, Ivanka was the Chairman of Lionsgate Films, a powerful figure in the movie industry. She was said to be a hundred times harder to deal with than Link. It was more fitting to show some respect to such people in public settings.

Leonardo saw that everyone's expressions grew solemn as they looked toward the outside seating of the café. He resisted the urge but ultimately couldn't help turning his head to see Miss Ivanka walk in with an assistant, sitting at a quiet booth on the outside.

She wore sunglasses and didn't remove them even after sitting down, her fair cheeks wore a cold expression, exuding an air of keeping everyone at an arm's length.

After her arrival, the volume of conversations in the café dropped by more than ten decibels, and what was a lively café suddenly seemed a bit desolate.

"Okay, it really is Ivanka, without Link."

Leonardo shrugged his shoulders and tapped the table, "Tobey, come on, show your cards!"

This round, everyone else at the table had folded, leaving only Tobey Maguire and Leonardo; the five community cards were the spade K, diamond 4, spade 3, heart Q, and heart J.

Tobey turned over his two hidden cards, the spade A and the heart 10.

The highest hand possible with the community cards was a straight A,K,Q,J,10

"Impossible! How could you just happen to have a straight?"

Leonardo grimly flipped over his cards; his hidden cards were two Qs, making his best hand three of a kind with two random cards, smaller than a straight.

"Leon, I'm just lucky, no need to be jealous."

Tobey Maguire chuckled heartily, stretching out his hand to pull the cash from the pot, not much, but the feeling of winning was delightful.

Leonardo annoyingly threw his cards into the pot, his pair of Qs unable to win, his luck was truly bad.

James Franco's model girlfriend reshuffled and dealt the cards, distributing them for the second round, Tobey Maguire looked towards the door and suddenly muttered.

"Miss Taylor Swift? What is she doing here?"

"...."

Leonardo looked up and glanced at him, this time no matter who it was, he wouldn't turn around.

The others at the table stopped checking their cards, curious, and indeed it was Taylor Swift; she entered the café alone without an assistant.

Wearing a Zuhair Murad floral dress, styled with a golden ponytail, fresh bangs, and light makeup. She was dressed freshly and beautifully, also embodying the artistic temperament of a country singer, her steps quick and naturally carefree as she walked.

When the few saw Taylor head straight toward Ivanka's spot, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Many knew that Taylor's third album contained a song "Devil in Love" which was said to be written for Ivanka, and news had it that the real reason behind the breakup between Link and Taylor wasn't the private video, but Ivanka stealing Link's affections.

Now, the two of them were sitting together having coffee.

This was juicy gossip.

"What are you all looking at?"

Leonardo asked annoyed.

"Link's current girlfriend and ex-girlfriend are having a meeting."

Tobey Maguire whispered, eyes still on the cards.

Leonardo scratched his chin, yet couldn't resist but turned back for a glance.

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"Sorry, I'm late."

In the booth next door, Taylor was holding a small bag, speaking to Ivanka in the aisle.

"It's fine, I just arrived too."

Ivanka set down the magazine she was holding, looked up at the delicately made-up Taylor, smiled slightly, and gestured for her to sit down.

Taylor sat opposite her, knees together, facing Ivanka.

Ivanka wasn't wearing much makeup either, and she didn't have many accessories on. Her golden medium-length hair simply draped over her shoulders, giving off a casual look. However, her strikingly cold beauty, along with her ample bust, large buttocks, and long, beautiful legs, gave a rather seductive impression.

Taylor wrinkled her nose, feeling that Ivanka paid too much attention to appealing to the male gaze, beautiful though not naturally so, not free-spirited, but from a man's perspective, indeed very beautiful.

"Why meet here?"

Taylor looked around and was surprised to see a few familiar faces.

"There are more people here than usual today, if you find it inconvenient, we can find another place to talk."

Ivanka said nonchalantly.

"It's fine, this place is nice too."

Taylor said.

Ivanka stirred her coffee with a silver spoon and asked, "Have you thought about how to handle the child's situation?"

Taylor blinked her blue fox-like eyes, remembering the answer she hadn't received over the phone, and reiterated her question. Ivanka's intent, why she volunteered to help, Taylor didn't think Ivanka would offer her kindness out of boredom.

Ivanka shook her head slightly and said, "I only have one goal, for Link. He's too busy with work, boxing training, promoting movies, recording and writing songs, preparing for new roles, and managing several companies' affairs. He's really busy.

In February after that incident, he was attacked by the media for half a month. If this matter isn't handled well, the criticism will fall on him again. After being labeled a scoundrel, he actually doesn't care about his reputation. Just now in our conversation, he was also willing to take all the responsibility, as long as you and the child are safe."

Although he could do that and had reasons to face the consequences, I couldn't stand to watch him suffer these inexplicable stigmas and let his reputation be damaged again.

I want to do something, to do something together. It's to help both you and the child, as well as to help Link and ourselves; do you understand what I mean?"

"And yourself, would you do something that doesn't benefit you at all?"

Taylor asked indifferently.

Ivanka also looked at her and smiled, "Taylor, we are two different types of women. You dare to fight, you're talented and courageous, a woman who doesn't pale in comparison to men. I really admire women like you.

I, on the other hand, am all woman inside and out. A woman like me needs to find a man to accompany and help him succeed. When he succeeds, that means I succeed too. Helping Link is also helping myself; what's good for Link is good for me."

Taylor blinked, surprised by her frankness.

"You're too modest. Everyone knows you're a business genius, the backbone of Link Music, and the real helmsman at Lionsgate Films. Many think Link became famous because of you, and without you, Link wouldn't be as successful as he is now. Yet you say you owe your success to Link, which seems too humble."

"That's the truth. Without Link, I wouldn't have entered the music industry, and without his resolution to acquire Lionsgate, I wouldn't have entered Hollywood.

In both music and film, it was he who first paved the way; only after that did I enter these industries and handle some of the miscellaneous affairs for him.

If he hadn't been able to establish himself in the music and film industries, I also couldn't have made an impact in these fields. Hence, whether it's Link Music or Lionsgate Films, the true soul of both is always him."

Ivanka said solemnly.

Taylor thought for a moment, realizing it indeed was as Ivanka described. In both music and films, it was Link leading the charge, with Ivanka following behind to clean up the messes, their teamwork resembling the cooperation between a warrior and a mage in a game.

"Ivanka, is it worth it? The news stated it well; with your capabilities, looks, and family background, you could have chosen a better, more promising man. Why settle for Link, the playboy?"

Ivanka, with a slight curve in her lips, gently said, "Is there a better man than Link in the world? If Link was just some despicable playboy, you wouldn't still be in love with him."

"I'm not."

Taylor snorted.

Ivanka didn't argue further and offered her the coffee to taste the Brazilian Arabica coffee here. Although it had a slightly tangy initial taste, it was richly flavored and had a long aftertaste, well worth savoring.

Taylor didn't refuse, took a sip, all she could taste was sourness and a distinct bitterness; she didn't like it much.