Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

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The sun streamed through the window, casting large patches of golden sunlight on the carpet, while a loud honk echoed from the sea.

Link opened his eyes and suddenly felt a soft heaviness on his body. He lifted his head and looked at the woman resting on his chest, her chestnut hair messily draped over her face, bearing traces of post-joy fatigue and satisfaction on her beautiful cheeks.

Sunlight shined on her smooth back, her wheatish skin as delicate as satin, adorned with a few sesame-sized red moles and some red indentations.

Link brushed the woman's hair aside to reveal Gal Gadot's lovely cheeks.

Last night at the bar dancing with Gal Gadot, they encountered members of the "Fast & Furious" film crew, including director Lin Yibin, lead actor Paul Walker, Vin Diesel, Michelle Rodriguez, and others.

They sat together for a while, talking about movies and boxing.

Paul Walker suggested going racing, inviting Link to join.

Link didn't refuse; he was originally skilled in driving, coupled with his fast reflexes, putting him above average among amateur racers.

After the race had started, he led Gadot ahead of the others.

However, during the race, they suddenly encountered Miami police chasing street racers. Everyone scattered before reaching the destination.

Link drove Gadot to hide in a secluded warehouse to avoid the police pursuit.

Inside the confined car, they chatted for a while. As the temperature in the car gradually rose, the smell of dopamine hormones grew richer, coupled with the adrenaline rush from racing, they got entangled together.

Link threw off the blanket, rose from the bed, and let Miami's warm sunlight bathe his body, warm and vibrant. The vitality that was nearly spent last night seemed to slowly revive under the sunlight, casting a long shadow on the floor.

He kissed Gadot's shoulder and called out, "Gal," Ms. Gadot murmured, eyes closed, hugging his neck.

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Over half an hour later, Link dressed, covered Gadot with the blanket, and seeing her calf almost hanging off the bed, considered whether to get a bigger bed.

The single bed in the bedroom was two meters long and only one meter wide, just right for one person or a petite girl like Emma.

If it were a tall and fit girl like Gadot, it would seem crowded with two people.

After some thought, he decided not to change it.

Changing the bed would require changing the room since the bedroom space was ultimately too small.

Besides, Gadot was an actress with "Fast & Furious" and wouldn't stay here long; their union was more about hormonal effects and mutual admiration, no need to change a long-used bed for a temporary partner.

Link went to clean himself in the bathroom, then called Resas at the neighboring Mexican restaurant to order two breakfasts.

"Hey, Link, why are you ordering two breakfasts by yourself?"

Resas said while carrying the meal boxes over.

"Because I eat a lot, or maybe your restaurant's portions are too small. Which explanation do you think makes more sense?"

Link joked.

Resas rolled his eyes. "Definitely because you eat a lot. You exercise every day, so eating two portions is normal. By the way, I saw a double-decker yacht parked at the public pier when I came over. It looks really beautiful, not sure which tycoon parked their yacht at our public pier."

"Is that so? I'll go take a look later."

Link sent Resas off and returned to the living room to eat breakfast. Halfway through, Gadot came out of the bedroom in silk shorts and a white tank top, her hair tied up in a bun, her tall and fit figure fully exposed in the sunlight. Her thighs were thick, her calves slender, walking on tiptoes like she was catwalking.

"How did you sleep?"

Link greeted.

"Very well, your bed is comfy, and the sunlight feels even better on my skin. I love your room,"

Gadot stretched and smiled.

"What about me?"

"Haha, you're even better!"

Gadot smiled faintly and sat cross-legged across from him, sizing him up as she spoke, "Now I believe even more what the papers say about you being an incredibly strong boxer, an incredible man."

"Thanks, you're amazing too. How long is your film shooting in Miami?"

Link poured her a hot glass of milk.

"A week. Do you want to go for another round?"

Gadot blinked and asked with a smile.

"If I have the time, why not?"

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Ding-a-ling! The phone rang a few times, and it was Franco Duvall calling. Link answered the phone.

"Hey, Link, are you up?"

Franco's voice was enthusiastic and high-pitched over the phone.

"Yes, Franco, the sun in Miami doesn't allow anyone to stay in bed."

"Haha, I feel that too, the sun in Miami seems to enjoy working overtime more than the sun in New York. Link, guess where I am?"

Franco asked with a laugh.

"Don't tell me you're at the American Airlines launch base, getting ready to travel to outer space on a spaceship."

"Haha, of course not. I'm at the dock near your little shop. Hurry up and come out. I mentioned last time that I had a big toy to give you. Come out and see if you like it."

"A big toy?"

Link raised his eyebrows. When they had signed the contract the day before yesterday, Franco had mentioned he would give him a big toy, but Link hadn't taken it seriously. Remembering what Resas had mentioned about the yacht at the dock, he suddenly wondered, could he really be that generous?

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Public Dock No. 5, along its lengthy gangway, a white yacht was moored, about fifteen or sixteen meters in length, with two decks, a triangular structure at the front, and an open deck at the back. The hull bore the 'Riva' insignia, a renowned Italian yacht brand known as the 'Rolls-Royce of the Water,' which looked extremely beautiful.

"Wow, who's the beauty? She looks really sexy."

Link stood on the dock's deck and shouted to Franco on the yacht.

"Haha, Link, come aboard first."

Franco waved his arm on the deck.

"OK!"

Link jumped onto the deck. From the yacht, the ocean view was much more satisfying than from a speedboat, both visually and in terms of the pleasure felt.

On board the yacht, besides Franco, there were also Franco's assistant Simon and attorney Aaron Horner. Link had met this lawyer at the signing ceremony. Thirty-two years old and a Columbia University graduate, he was a lawyer at the Martinez Morales Law Firm, which handled his legal matters after he signed up with Dynasty Promotion Company.

"Link, this is the big toy I prepared for you. How is it?"

Franco laughed as he patted the railing.

"Are you joking? I can't afford such a luxury."

Link shook his head. Although he really wanted it, and Franco's gift was genuinely given, he understood the concept of not accepting rewards without merit.

After the contract was signed, Dynasty Promotion Company had already delivered a 20% share subscription, 8 million US Dollars as a signing fee, and a 100,000 US Dollar reward for the Olympic qualifying championship. They hadn't been late on a single cent. How could he then accept a yacht from Franco?

Moreover, with his current worth, if he really wanted to get a yacht, he could afford one.

"Link, take it. I have another one. This one is a welcoming gift for joining Dynasty Promotion. I've prepared the contract as well," Franco earnestly persuaded him.

Lawyer Aaron Horner smiled and handed Link a transfer contract to review, along with the yacht's documentation.

"It's too valuable. Franco, it's not appropriate as a gift."

"Link, we're business partners; we'll earn a lot of money together. What's a yacht in the grand scheme of things?" Franco tried to persuade him.

Link still refused. He and Franco were business partners and were also on good personal terms, but it was all the more reason to keep financial matters clear, trying not to mix business with personal feelings to avoid more complicated issues in their working relationship later on.

"I have a suggestion. What do you think?"

Assistant Simon smiled and suggested a compromise.

According to the contract, after talking about the Olympic Gold Medal, Dynasty Promotion Company would reward him a million US Dollars, which could also be in kind, like a yacht.

This yacht was worth over 1.2 million US Dollars, and since it wasn't brand new, the value was about the same as the reward.

"That sounds pretty good."

Link looked down at the white yacht beneath his feet. When it came to big toys like yachts, sports cars, and private planes, there was hardly any man who didn't like them.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Haha, Link, it's settled then. You keep this yacht for now, and we'll sign the contract after the Olympics," Franco said, patting his shoulder and laughing.

Link nodded in agreement and then made a call to invite Gadot to come and enjoy the yacht.