Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"I’m really fed up with you."

It was early in the morning, and dawn was just breaking along Fifth Avenue outside New York’s Central Park. Dressed in a yellow mosaic tracksuit, Link hurried into a bus stop shelter, looking up at the sky—it was raining again in New York.

The heavy rain pounded on the raincoat, creating a misty haze over the street, completely enveloping the building of the New York City Museum across the street in the misty rain.

Although June was the rainy season in New York, and it often rained.

But last night’s weather forecast by the beautiful host named Evelyn, who swayed her sexy hips, said that there would only be light rain in the Manhattan District today.

However, the rainfall happening right now was at least 10 millimeters per hour—a heavy rain, not light at all.

Link shook the rainwater off his hair, sat on the bench at the bus stop, took a lollipop out, popped it into his mouth, and looked around, spotting no homeless people.

It was still early morning, so there weren’t many pedestrians, just cars moving from north to south, speeding through the fine rain curtain towards Central Manhattan or north towards the Bronx.

Link leaned on the bench, quietly listening to the sounds of the rain, car horns, and the tearing noise of tires sticking to the wet road—it was noisy everywhere, yet he was able to find a rare moment of peace.

Over the past few days, he had been busy attending court hearings, holding press conferences, establishing the Link Charity Foundation, organizing fundraising ceremonies, and celebrating victory parties.

He was constantly shuttling between various parties, accompanying Ivanka to deal with all kinds of people.

Every day was incredibly busy.

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It was rare for him to wake up so early today, planning to take a run around Central Park, but alas, the rain had other plans.

His morning run plans were now completely derailed.

As he was mocking the heavy rain, a tall, agile figure, stepping on the wet streets and shielding her forehead with her palm, hurried into the shelter of the bus stop.

Link saw that the newcomer was a girl with a good figure—he looked twice. She wore Nike running shoes, was over 170 cm tall, with a slim waist and long legs. Although her figure wasn’t as voluptuous as Ivanka’s, it was well-proportioned, like someone who regularly worked out.

Her skin was fair, and her brown chestnut hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She was in her early twenties with distinct Italian mixed-race features.

The girl also noticed him and dropped her hand, looking at him with a pair of large blue eyes, blinked, and her face showed a look of surprise.

Link was also surprised by those big eyes, recognizable features he had only seen in movies before. He then glanced down at her chest, which was quite developed.

He could pretty much confirm she was Alexandra Daddario, the lead actress in "Texas Chainsaw 3D" and "Baywatch," known for her nude performance in the popular series "True Detective Season One."

She was also one of the famed beauties of Hollywood and had been voted by netizens as having the "Best Breasts in Hollywood."

However, she had not been in the industry long, and her representative works had not yet appeared.

At this stage, she was just an emerging third-tier actress, far from global icons like Anne Hathaway, Jessica Alba, and Megan Fox.

"Are you, are you Mr. Link Baker?"

The girl asked, blinking her distinctive big eyes.

"Hello, Miss Daddario, I’ve also seen your movies."

Link took the lollipop out of his mouth and shook hands with her.

"Mr. Baker," you know me? That’s so surprising,"

Daddario said, covering her lips in astonishment.

"Your eyes are incredibly beautiful, impossible to forget once seen."

Link complimented.

"Thank you!"

Daddario gave a slight smile, brushed her wet hair behind her ear, looked out at the rain and said, "Mr. Baker, what brings you here?" I mean, why are you on Fifth Avenue so early?"

Link shrugged, telling her he lived in the Yorkville Apartments on East 80th Street and had come here for a morning run, and happened to be caught by the heavy rain, confined under the bus stop shelter.

Daddario smiled slightly, noting the coincidence that she lived in the Brisbane Apartment Center on East 103rd Street. She too had come for a run and had been driven here by the rain.

Both the Brisbane Apartment Center and Yorkville Apartments were in the Upper East Side, separated by three blocks. That neighborhood was wealthier than Yorkville, indicating she came from a well-off family.

Link invited her to sit down and asked about her recent movie projects.

Daddario mentioned she starred in a low-budget horror movie named "Shadow of Death."

Link gazed into her large eyes, imagining that in a horror movie, just a slight widening of those eyes would create a terrified expression, perfectly suited for a thriller.

Daddario mentioned that she had seen the news on TV about the ’private video leak case’ being closed, and congratulated him on his lawsuit victory.

Link thanked her, mentioning that although he won the case and received a substantial compensation, his reputation had suffered a lot, and he also lost a Taylor, a loss far outweighing the gains.

"Alex, do you like the rain?"

Link suddenly asked as he looked at the curtain of rain.

Daddario turned her head to look outside the rain awning, blinked her big eyes, then turned back to him with a smile, "It depends on my mood. Today’s rain seems quite nice."

Link smiled lightly, "I don’t like the rain in Miami. When it rains in Miami, it’s often a storm, and sometimes it can rain for days on end. The air becomes muggy and humid; staying at home can be very uncomfortable. The rain in Los Angeles isn’t great either. The amount is too small; it’s almost as if it doesn’t rain at all.

The rainy days in New York are quite nice though; the streets wet, skyscrapers looming in and out of sight through the rain, like Gotham City in the movies. If you stay at home at such times, or stand by the street with someone to watch the rain and chat, it feels even better."

"That does sound wonderful."

Daddario looked at him unexpectedly, noting his handsome, fair side profile with a hint of melancholy between his brows, like the leading man in an art house film, compelling her to keep glancing back at him.

"Want some candy?"

Link asked as he took out a lollipop.

Daddario found it quite amusing that a big star like him would pull out a lollipop from his pocket. She didn’t refuse; she took it and held it in her hand, continuing to gaze out from under the awning.

Link mentioned that he liked to write songs on rainy days, sitting in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, watching the heavy rain outside, which inspired him more.

Listening to his description, Daddario imagined him sitting at the piano, looking out the window at the heavy rain, playing "Everything You Need," "Someone You Loved," a scene that must be very beautiful.

Ah-choo!

Daddario covered her nose. Having come out for a run early in the morning, she was wearing only a sports tank top, which, after getting wet in the rain, caused her body temperature to drop. Sitting under the awning for a while made her feel chilly.

"Sorry, I’m only wearing one layer of clothing, so I can’t offer much help."

"That’s okay, it’s just a bit chilly,"

Daddario said as she rubbed her fair arms.

She was wearing only a white sports bra which had gotten partially wet in the rain, revealing the heavy contours of her chest. Her slender arms and delicate collarbones were also exposed to the air.

Probably because it was so cold, her fair skin turned cold white, as smooth as marble; one could feel the chill on her skin without even touching it.

Click!

The foggy sky thundered dully, and after just more than ten seconds, the rain outside intensified. A gust of wind blew from the south, carrying some cold rain into the awning, sprinkling it on Link and Daddario.

Daddario shivered, clutching her arms and rubbing her shoulders.

"Would you find it offensive if I put my arm around your shoulders?"

Link spread his hands and asked.

Daddario paused, then instinctively said, "No!"

"Then I can lend you some warmth."

Link gave a slight smile and placed his arm around her shoulders.

Her skin was icy, with a smooth, delicate touch, and her scent was quite pleasant.

However, Link just placed his palm on her shoulder and did not wander indiscriminately.

As Daddario leaned into his embrace, she felt slightly dizzy. His palm was very hot, and his embrace was warm. Her shoulder pressed against his chest could also feel his sturdy muscles, which was very reassuring.

His scent was also very alluring.

Daddario did not resist this embrace.

However, considering they had only met less than ten minutes ago, exchanged just a few words, and were now sharing shoulders, it felt odd.

Luckily, Link was merely holding her shoulder, allowing her to lean against him without any inappropriate actions, and Daddario breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Link was very gentlemanly.

Link, looking at the heavy rain, asked her what sports she liked.

Daddario said yoga, occasionally playing tennis.

Link said he also liked tennis and invited her to play at the Central Park’s outdoor tennis court sometime soon.

Daddario agreed.

Beep beep!

After waiting for over ten minutes, the M86 bus finally arrived.

Link grabbed Daddario’s hand, and they both rushed onto the bus.

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