Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Nora Duwa silently watched Link Baker on the opposite chair. Despite having seen several of Link's boxing matches on television and hearing quite a bit about him from Franco,

she was still somewhat surprised when she saw Link in person. Dressed in clothes, he appeared polite and gentlemanly, with a gentle and friendly aura, not at all like the fierce and aggressive fighter he was in the boxing ring.

It felt like the person in and out of the ring were two different people, like a pair of twins: a wild younger brother, and a gentle older one.

Could this be the reason Franco was so keen on Link?

But if that was all there was to it, it seemed insufficient because Franco was "too" keen on Link, as if he had become "enchanted" by him.

To sign Link, Franco offered more than just a big contract and a higher share of the fight revenues than other companies; he also handed over a twenty percent stake in Dynasty Promotion.

Although Dynasty Promotion Company only had a registered capital of thirty million, a twenty percent share was just six million. In the professional boxing industry, money alone doesn't give you a chance to step into the ring; what's more important are the connections, promotional channels, and other resources.

In the current boxing industry, the three most influential people are Don King, Lou Duva, and Bob Arum, who control the majority of the resources in boxing.

Franco, the eldest son of the old Duvall and the heir to the Duva family business, was entitled to utilize those resources while running Dynasty Promotion. Adding the value of these resources, a twenty percent stake in Dynasty was far from a small figure.

Moreover, in order to impress Link, Franco planned to move Dynasty Promotion to Miami even before they had officially signed a contract, completely disregarding his wife, daughter, and old father still in New York. It seemed to him, Link was more important than his family.

It annoyed Nora every time she thought about this, so she decided to fly to Miami personally and talk to Link face to face, hoping to get this dangerous person under her control.

"Mrs. Duvall, please have some tea!"

Link placed a cup of floral tea down and sat opposite Nora Duwa.

"Call me Nora, Link, we are already acquainted."

"OK, Nora,"

Link said with a light laugh.

Nora Duwa glanced at Link and noticed that the guy indeed looked very presentable in clothes, with a star quality about him. If well-managed, he might be able to head to Hollywood in the future like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.

With that thought, Nora Duwa felt she had more reasons for this visit.

"Link, last month when you fought in Orlando, I was there too. I felt you had great potential and suggested to Franco that he sign you. Franco took my advice and came looking for you after the match was over."

Listened to Nora's words, Link still did not quite understand what she meant.

As the two were presidents of their respective promotion companies, he was now unsure whether Nora was speaking with him as Franco's wife or as the president of a major event promotion company.

Nora Duwa seemed to sense his confusion and chuckled, "Link, I have wanted to sign you for a long time, it's just that there were some issues within the company. Franco took a group of people and left the main event company to start Dynasty Promotion, and your contact got delayed in the process.

I am visiting you today on behalf of the main event company to discuss a cooperation. If you are willing to come to the main event promotion company, we are ready to offer the utmost sincerity to make the collaboration happen. Are you interested in talking about it?"

Was the wife trying to poach from her husband?

Link thought this couple was quite interesting.

However, since she came as a representative of the main event to negotiate, Link did not mind talking to her. After all, the main event was one of the three most powerful promotion companies in the boxing industry. If the terms were suitable, cooperating with them would certainly be stronger than working with the still-emerging Dynasty Promotion.

When it came to making money, he did not care about relations, only sincerity.

"Nora, you must be aware of the offers other companies have made me. How substantial a contract can the main event provide?"

"It will certainly be no worse than theirs."

Nora Duwa smiled faintly and handed a document to Link.

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"Hey, James, who's that woman driving the Maserati?"

Next door, Daniel of the hot dog shop, leaned on the window with an ice cream in hand and shouted to James who had just stepped outside,

"Why do you always eat ice cream?"

James looked back at the store, airing out a wetsuit and whispered, "It's Mrs. Nora Duvall, Franco's wife."

"Franco's wife? What's she looking for Link for?"

Michael from the surfboard shop also put down what he was working on and asked.

"Of course it's about work."

James shook the wetsuit as he spoke.

"Heh, she looks pretty wealthy, seems like a rich lady."

Michael squinted his eyes and smirked mischievously.

"What do you mean?"

Daniel's eyes widened in surprise as he looked toward Link's Pontiac GTO parked outside the small shop.

"Hey, you two, don't get the wrong idea, Link's not that kind of guy."

James wagged his chubby face as he said.

"Haha, we're just kidding. Wait, look! Isn't that Franco?"

Michael pointed towards Ocean Drive where a black Mercedes S350 was parked on the sandbank, Franco Duvall hastily scampering out of the car, his hair blown into disarray by the wind, his complexion both dark and foul.

Michael and Daniel exchanged glances with a 'woah' as they exclaimed, flames of gossip burning in their eyes. The situation seemed somewhat like the prime-time CSI crime scene "I Cheated with My Friend's Wife and Got Shot by Him on the Spot".

"James, go quickly and alert Link, Franco's here, be careful he might have a gun; in the movies, the people who catch cheaters always have guns," Michael yelled at James.

Hearing about the gun, James panicked and ran into the shop, but after a few steps, he stopped and turned back to say, "I just said, they were only talking about work, they didn't do anything else, why be careful?"

"But look at Franco's face, if Link and Nora didn't do anything else, why would he be in such a hurry?" Michael said, pointing at the approaching Franco.

Seeing the anxious and indignant Franco, James also felt some doubt in his heart. Could it be that Link and Nora weren't discussing work inside? But he had clearly seen them talking about work just now.

"Hey, James, did Nora come here? Is Link here too?"

Franco hurried over, grabbing James as he asked.

James nodded his head, wiping the cold sweat of fear from his face, and stammered, "Franco, don't... don't get the wrong idea, they were just talking about work inside, I was there too, just came out, they definitely didn't do anything else, I swear to God."

"Talking about work?!"

Franco's face grew even worse as he gripped James tightly and said, "Did they take out any contracts, folders, or anything like that?"

"Yes, they were looking at documents."

James hurriedly nodded his head.

"Damn it!"

Franco slapped his forehead, let go of James, and strode into the shop, almost tripping over the sand barrier at the entrance.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"What's going on? Why am I a bit confused?"

Daniel, licking his ice cream, looked towards the Baker shop and said.

"Maybe it's a financial dispute. In the movies, these cases are very tricky, sometimes even fatal. Link is in trouble," Michael said somberly.

James shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully walked into the shop.