Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link, let's continue the topic we were discussing earlier."

Ivanka turned her head and said to him.

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"Yes, joining Thompson Entertainment. Together, we can make our mark in the music world. With the strength of Thompson Entertainment, we can definitely turn you into a music superstar. Do you agree?"

Ivanka stepped closer, her eyes locked intensely on him as she spoke.

Link glanced at her and realized that she was as tall as him.

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Ivanka was wearing a pair of pointed silver-grey high heels, which added more than five centimeters to her height, making her figure even more striking, with long, straight legs and a flat belly that led up to a breathtaking curve.

Because they were so close, Link's nostrils were constantly filled with a tempting fragrance.

Link shook his head, "Sorry, I refuse."

"Why?"

Ivanka looked at him, puzzled.

Link picked up his glass and swirled it, saying, "I'm a serious person. If I want to be a singer, I won't just dabble in it. My goal is to be a regular at the Grammy Awards, a world-influential music superstar, and Thompson Entertainment's goal is merely to make money. Your company doesn't have the excellent music producers that could help me grow, so joining you is not a good choice."

Ivanka frowned slightly, pursing her lips as she said, "We could hire some music producers, you know. That wouldn't be hard for Thompson Entertainment."

"That's not a bad idea, but I have a better one. Do you want to hear it?"

Link, holding his glass, looked at Ivanka with a smile.

Ivanka gazed into his deep eyes, where she thought she saw a glimpse of profound greed which vanished in an instant, his eyes becoming clear and bright again, like a blue sky washed by water.

Ivanka thought such a man was dangerous. Instinctively, she wanted to reject him, but her strong curiosity made her suppress the thought and listen quietly to Link's idea.

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A moment later, Link left the private room, and as Ivanka watched his retreating figure, a flash of contemplation crossed her eyes. Just then, her phone rang.

"Ivanka, how did your talk with Link go?"

Mr. Thompson's high-pitched voice came through the speaker.

"He refused!"

"He would refuse even an invitation from you, personally?"

"Yes, I couldn't persuade him."

"How could that be? That boy likes you. How could he possibly refuse your recruitment?"

Mr. Thompson said with astonishment.

Ivanka shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on the sofa, propping up her long legs.

"Dad, don't forget what the media say about him. He never just relies on his fists in a fight; he uses his head too. You wanted me to invite him to join Thompson Entertainment, just to leverage the popularity of that song to make Thompson Entertainment's books look better and sell it at a good price. He surely has read the reports and wouldn't easily board our sinking ship."

"That kid has really disappointed me. I even praised him in public, and this is how he repays me. I definitely won't praise him again."

Mr. Thompson said angrily.

Ivanka slightly smiled, unconcernedly replying, "Him not agreeing to work with us just proves he's a smart man, Dad. You weren't wrong to praise him."

"Ivanka, stop joking with me. The hole in Thompson Entertainment is too big; I'm about to go crazy because of the banks. And that damn Carl Yinkan, he's only offering 80 million US dollars to buy my Thompson Entertainment, when I've invested more than half a billion in that company."

Mr. Thompson ranted on the phone once more.

Ivanka felt somewhat helpless.

In recent years, Thompson Real Estate had expanded too quickly, requiring many investments through bank loans. Now the financial crisis had hit, mortgage problems had arisen, causing a lot of companies under the Thompson Group to face issues, with the biggest problems appearing first in Thompson Entertainment.

Thompson Entertainment had agreed to organize the match between Link and Tyson precisely because they wanted to recoup some losses with such methods, to earn a bit more money in the deal, and signing a record contract with Link was based on the same consideration.

Link was in high demand, both in sports and entertainment. The sudden popularity of "Despacito" had undoubtedly taken his fame to a new level.

If they could sign him and secure the distribution rights to the song, it would mean good-looking numbers on Thompson Entertainment's balance sheet and a healthy asset in any deal.

But with Link unwilling to come aboard, she was without recourse.

"Dad, although Link refused Thompson Entertainment, he didn't refuse me. He wants to collaborate with me."

Ivanka, thinking about the suggestion Link had made before leaving, decided to tell her father about it and ask him to sponsor it.

"Oh, he wants to collaborate with you? How so?"

"Link doesn't want to work with big record companies, and small ones would limit his growth, so he wants to start his own record company, an independent label. But he's busy training and has no time to manage the company, so he invited me to be the president of the record company and to participate as an investor."

"That bastard is dreaming. I know what he's after."

Mr. Thompson roared in anger.

"Dad, isn't this a good idea? Link's song is very popular, and working with him will surely make money," Ivanka asked, confused.

"Damn Link, I wanted him to join Thompson Entertainment. He refused, but then he turns around and invites you to join his company. I know he's got his eyes on you. That beach boy dreams of using this as a way to pursue you, to ally with the Thompson family and then inherit our family's business. He's dreaming!"