Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 254: Is Link Cheating?

"Link, the London police are here. They want to enter to inspect the scene and are asking if it’s convenient," said Simon, coming in from outside in his B25 Hotel coat, while two uniford police officers stood in the hallway.

"Tell them it’s not convenient right now. Ask them to co back later."

Link glanced over, then sat down and continued browsing the news.

The Sun’s reporter, Bernard Gary, continued in his report that after thief Biggs was rescued, he convulsed with foam at the mouth and fell into a semi-comatose state. The police had to inject him with dical morphine to alleviate his symptoms.

Biggs told the police he hadn’t misheard; indeed, there was a mysterious lady in Link’s room, and the two were having a secret eting.

He also said that when he was hanging down, he heard laughter coming from the room. More than an hour later, when the police rescued him, the sounds from the room were still ongoing.

Reporter Gary said in a neutral tone that Biggs was a drug addict, and the description might be the result of a drug-induced episode, therefore, it shouldn’t be taken as fact. The true nature of the event still needed further investigation and confirmation.

"Is it a violation of my privacy rights for the dia to write like this?"

Link asked the newly arrived lawyer, Aaron Hornak.

"Strictly speaking, yes! However, The Sun has been rather cunning in their handling of this matter. In their report, they quote the parties involved and take an objective and neutral stance to narrate a burglary case. This is within the freedom of dia reporting and aligns with the public’s right to know. Also, as you are a public figure, winning a lawsuit could be very costly," Hornak contemplated.

Link shrugged his shoulders and continued to click on the next news story titled ’Link Baker caught cheating during a London match? British dia is boiling.’

The news source was the New York Post, posted at two o’clock in the morning.

Seeing this ti, Link felt helpless.

In the past, the dia reporting process was more complicated: during the day, reporters submitted their drafts, which the editorial departnt would vet and select value-added news to categorize and settle the headlines of various editions. After forming news templates, they were submitted for review by the editors and deputy editors.

After passing the review, it was sent to proofreaders to check for typos before being sent to the printing press for typesetting and printing. So official newspapers had even stricter reviews.

The tiliness of general news reporting was more than 24 hours.

Now, internet news reports are much faster and more efficient.

Just like the events of last night, in less than half a day, even dia across the Atlantic Ocean were reporting on the incident, and he, the person involved, was the last to know.

The New York Post was even more cunning in their handling of the news; they entirely reproduced The Sun’s report, adding comnts and discussions.

They incidentally ntioned that Link’s official girlfriend, Taylor Swift, was still in Los Angeles recording the "Arican Idol" show two days ago.

The implication was clear: the mysterious lady couldn’t possibly be Taylor.

It seed an established fact that Link was cheating.

Link browsed through other news articles, all of which were rehashed versions of The Sun’s reports.

So dia even elaborated on this basis, listing all the girls connected to Link in an attempt to identify the mysterious lady.

These included Ivanka Trump, Emma Watson, Gal Gadot, Amber Heard, Dove Caron, Emma Roberts, Lady Gaga, Lana Del Rey, Keira Knightley, and even the new music video’s lead actress Emma Stone and Adele, reaching a total of sixteen.

To the blissfully ignorant public, this made it seem as though all these won were Link’s rumored girlfriends, subconsciously branding him a playboy.

Once such an impression was established, it was like sulfuric acid on skin; impossible to completely wipe off.

"Cough!"

Franco coughed lightly and said with a smile, "Link, don’t worry, I’ve just contacted Mandy, and soon our two companies will join forces in a PR effort to minimize the negative impact. But there’s one thing I want to ask."

Franco paused, glanced around the room, and asked in a hushed voice full of gossip, "Who is this mysterious lady?"

"Of course, it’s Taylor; who else could it be? Anna, didn’t you tell them?"

Link said with a dark expression.

"I was just woken up by them; they didn’t ask ,"

Anna said, straightening her dishevelled hair.

"Taylor? Is it really Taylor?!"

Franco said with a mix of surprise and regret.

If it were Taylor, handling the matter would beco extrely easy, hardly costing much to resolve.

Unfortunately, it ant missing out on a juicy story.

Buzz buzz buzz! Before Link could respond, his phone on the table vibrated; it was a call from Ms. Mandy.

As soon as Mandy began speaking, she blad herself for not coming to London with him, saying she could have kept an eye on him and prevented him from causing any trouble in London.

She also ntioned that she had just called Taylor but her phone was off.

"Link, Taylor must be upset. You need to co back from London quickly and explain things to her,"

Ms. Mandy said with an anxious voice.

Link covered his forehead and reluctantly said, "Mandy, have you considered the possibility that she is Taylor?"

"Taylor? Really? She was still filming a show in Los Angeles the day before yesterday, how could she be in London?"

Ms. Mandy exclaid in surprise.

"She was in Paris yesterday for Fashion Week and ca to London on a whim, saying she wanted to surprise ."

"Haha, if it’s Taylor, that’s great, if it’s Taylor, that’s really great. I’ll call Ivanka right away and explain the situation."

Ms. Mandy said cheerfully before hanging up the phone. Read exclusive chapters at

After Link hung up, he then noticed several missed calls and ssages on his phone, four of which were from Selena.

In the first ssage, she excitedly asked, ’Link, did you really cheat? And the whole world knows about it now? How thrilling!’

In the second, she said, ’Oh no, I just tried calling Taylor but couldn’t get through, and she isn’t responding on MSN either. Taylor must be upset. Sigh, I told you before to be a faithful good man and not to be fickle, but you never listened. Have you realized your mistake now? Go apologize to Taylor, and make sure your apology is sincere (I’ll speak well of you too)’

Link read these with a grimace, betting that Selena’s face must have been flushed with excitent while texting, more thrilled than the average gossipmonger.

He checked the ti; the last ssage was sent an hour ago, and given the ti difference, it was the middle of the night in New York.

Link felt as her brother, he should be concerned about her schedule, demanding that she must go to bed by eight o’clock from now on.

Noticing a call from Catherine, he sent her a text explaining the situation, to which Catherine replied ’glad it’s nothing serious’.

Yet Selena sent another ssage: "Is it really Taylor? When did Taylor go to London? Why didn’t I know?"

Reading this, Link felt like hitting soone.

"What ti is it now? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?!"

"The internet is too lively; I’m watching the news."

"Is the news that interesting? With all this ti, why aren’t you reading instead? Do you not realize how poorly you perford on your exams last sester?"

"You’re so annoying! Goodnight!"

The ssage also included a pig emoji, presumably as a token of her respect and apology to him.

Considering her genuine intent, Link decided to let her off the hook this ti.

"Boss, there are many reporters outside the hotel. Should we take this opportunity to clear things up?"

Anna ca in and asked.

Link checked the ti; it wasn’t even seven o’clock yet, an inappropriate ti for a press conference.

"Anna, go tell the reporters that I was dating Taylor, and ask them not to fabricate stories. dia outlets that spread rumors and slander my reputation will need to bear legal responsibilities afterwards."

"Okay, boss!"

Anna nodded and left the room.