Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 315: Beyonce Panics

After receiving Beyonce’s ssage, Link’s daily routine was thrown into disarray. Normally, after breakfast, he would play with his cat and read professional books for an hour, but with his mind preoccupied, he couldn’t settle down.

He called Ivanka and told her everything, asking if she had any counterasures.

"Scott has blackmail on you? How do you know?"

Ivanka asked, puzzled.

"Soone tipped off, and it seems pretty credible."

"What kind of blackmail is it?"

"I don’t know."

"Think about the bad things you’ve done, do you have any guesses?"

Ivanka asked.

After thinking it over, what Link was most worried about now was that the blackmail material was related to him and Amy Adams. Amy Adams had just given birth not long ago, and if this kind of news broke, the impact would be very bad. However, since it involved Amy Adams’ privacy, he couldn’t tell Ivanka about it.

"You thought for so long? Just how many bad things have you done?"

Ivanka asked.

"Don’t talk nonsense, I can’t rember anything bad that I’ve done."

"Really? Link, this is a critical mont. We are partners, comrades in arms. I need you to be honest with so I can find a solution to get us through this. If we only react after it’s leaked, it will be too late."

Ivanka said sternly.

"...Alright, last year on a film set, I got drunk and had a relationship with a woman. Out of consideration for her privacy, I can’t tell you her na."

"Was it rape?"

Ivanka asked curiously.

"Of course not, how could I possibly do such a thing?"

"Is that so? If it’s just drunken promiscuity, you don’t need to be too nervous. Such things are common in the entertainnt industry, and it doesn’t matter if they are exposed."

"It’s not that simple. They are hyping up as a good guy. If news of my infidelity scandal suddenly breaks, it will definitely affect my image and album sales. We must take it seriously."

"Alright, I’ll arrange for soone to negotiate with Scott, try to get that thing over, assuming it exists."

Ivanka said.

"How do you plan to get it? To screw over, they’ve used a lot of dia resources. From this point of view, the blackmail material should be significant and won’t be handed over to us easily."

"Do you have any ideas?"

Link thought for a while and suggested using the rights to "Baby" in exchange.

After the last Grammy Awards, Graham ca to him, saying that "Baby" was 50% similar to a song he had written in 2008, along with "Never Say Never." The only reason it wasn’t used was that it didn’t fit the style of the first album.

Lately, Link Music faced poaching from a competitor, and a production assistant defected to Island Records, which happened to be the producer of Justin’s two albums.

Graham suspected it was that production assistant who had brought "Baby" to Island Records.

The song’s copyright had been registered with the Arican Society of Composers, and Ivanka planned to use this song as leverage against SB Company, potentially screwing them over if necessary.

Link planned to use the rights to "Baby" for the trade.

In Arica, copyright infringent is a serious issue, and the courts and copyright associations impose severe penalties.

If Scott had the blackmail material, considering Justin’s future, he likely wouldn’t refuse the trade.

"Trading with copyright? I don’t think that’s a good idea. If we sue SB Entertainnt and Island Records for infringent, we will win 100%, and the compensation won’t be less than 30 million US dollars. It would also severely hit SB Company. Do you think spending 30 million US dollars for evidence that isn’t even confird is worth it?"

Ivanka said.

"30 million is just earnings from one ga, and I don’t care about it. Besides, as an idol, maintaining a good public image is more valuable than 30 million US dollars."

"Okay, you focus on promoting the album and preparing for the competition. Leave this matter to ."

Finally, Ivanka ntioned the promotional strategy he had proposed a couple of days ago.

After consultation with the think tank, they agreed that the promotional strategy was highly operational and would work well for advertising the album.

However, currently, the sales of the third album are stable, and its popularity is high, with a strong chance of topping the charts. There’s no need for too much hype yet. They could wait two or three weeks, after the heat dies down and album sales begin to slip, then implent the strategy for better results.

Link didn’t object, leaving it all to her.

On the fifth day after the release of "The Woman I Love," Link began to hold autograph sessions in various cities inside the United States. Previously, he would sign more than ten thousand copies a day, but now he limited it to three thousand, which significantly reduced his workload.

In the dia, however, more and more news was being hyped about him being a good man and boyfriend, describing him as a man who was well-rounded in morality, intelligence, physique, aesthetics, and labor, with good looks and talent, and particularly impressive in certain aspects, the dream lover of nine hundred million young won around the globe.

This also led to an increasing number of female fans.

All who lined up for autographs were female music fans, ranging from just a few years old to several decades.

As soon as he appeared, the female fans would begin screaming loudly.

"Ah~ Link! Love hot dance oil!"

"Link, I want to have your baby."

"Link, look here, I’m here!"

On TV, when Link appeared at the Seattle signing event, thousands of fans scread, both n and won, with won making up seventy percent, mostly won in their twenties and thirties. So won saw Link glancing over and imdiately lifted their shirts, revealing their sexy figures.

"Fuck! This asshole is too popular now."

50 Cent saw on television that many black hot chicks were also wildly supporting Link, saying they wanted to have Link’s children, he cursed furiously.

Kanye West, Lil Wayne, and a few others also looked displeased.

Last March, they were the music scene’s top stars and rap kings.

And Link was just a rookie they could trample on, a nobody who, after being criticized by them at the Grammy Awards, didn’t dare retort and could only leave the scene dejectedly.

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But in just one year’s ti, that asshole Link had beco a music scene top star, his new album sold over 1.3 million copies in five days, his fan base was growing, and wherever he went, he was fervently pursued by fans, even more popular than them.

It was infuriating.

Especially knowing that this asshole had climbed to the top of the music scene by stepping on their faces, it made Kanye and the others’ expressions even uglier.

"There’s no need to be angry, everyone. This is Scooter’s strategy. In two days, when he exposes Link’s dirt, Link will fall from his pedestal. As cocky as he is now, he will be that embarrassed in a couple of days," Usher said, swirling his drink with a laugh.

"What dirt? Why not expose it sooner? That asshole Link is already smug enough."

Lil Wayne asked.

Usher shrugged his shoulders, "I haven’t seen it myself, but Scooter assured us that it’s heavy stuff that will seriously damage Link’s image."

"Really? Why not expose it now? Link’s popularity is already high; if it cos out now, he’ll definitely take a big fall. Just thinking about it is so cool."

Beyonce hooked her red lips, leaning back on the sofa, wearing a white tank dress with slender straps resting on her smooth shoulders, revealing a curvaceous figure. Beneath the hem of the dress were a pair of coffee-colored, satin-smooth long legs lightly crossed.

Lil Wayne, 50 Cent, and Drake occasionally pretended to glance casually, then quickly looked away. With Jay-Z present, they dared not stare too blatantly.

"Honey, Scooter has his plans; we just need to enjoy the show," Jay-Z said, holding a cigar.

"Jess, have you seen the dirt? If you haven’t and don’t know what it contains, how can you be sure it will hit Link hard? I know Scooter too, a pure businessman, strong in marketing hype, but other areas..."

Beyonce shook her head slightly, showing a dismissive expression.

"Boss Jess, I think Beyonce makes sense. If it’s really important dirt, Scooter would just release it and cause Link’s reputation to plumt. There’s no need for all this foreplay. This way, it kind of feels like he’s bluffing," Drake said after looking at Beyonce.

Jay-Z frowned, picked up the phone and called Scooter, asking when he planned to release Link’s dirt.

Scooter said the plan was for tonight.

Jay-Z asked what the dirt was and whether he could reveal a bit of it beforehand.

Scooter hesitated on the other end, then revealed it was a video recording of Link ssing around with other won in the dressing room while he was dating Taylor.

When Beyonce heard it was a recording of Link ssing around with other won in the dressing room, her heartbeat imdiately went out of rhythm, her chest quivered slightly, and her breathing beca quick.

She bit her lower lip, unable to stop thinking about that day in the Lakers locker room when Link pinned her against the locker and beca as wild as a beast. If that scene had been recorded and shown to the whole world online...

With these thoughts, Beyonce’s heartbeat quickened, her face grew hot, and her lips slightly moist. She held her knees together, picked up her drink for a sip, covering her reddened cheeks.

"It’s a recording of Link ssing around with other won in the dressing room."

Jay-Z hung up the phone and told everyone with a smile, "Scooter’s plan is good. First, build up the image of Link as a good boyfriend, then release his cheating video. With such a severe contrast in his public persona, it will surely ruin his reputation."

"Sounds great!"

"Haha, I knew it all along, Link that asshole isn’t a good guy."

"Haha, I wonder what Link’s face would look like if he knew there’s footage of his locker room antics and it was secretly fild."

"No matter what, Link is screwed for sure."

Even the gloomy Kanye laughed excitedly, lifting his glass for a toast.

After drinking, Beyonce excused herself for work in the recording studio and left the party early.

Once in the car, she hurriedly took out her phone, planning to call Link, but thinking he might be busy, she decided to text him instead.

Sitting in the car, she looked back at the bar one last ti, then started the car, deciding to leave town to avoid the fallout.