Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 572 - 436 Eva's Daily Life II2

Ivanka made another call to Chief Operating Officer Brian Goldsmith, ntioning the box office performance of "Mr. Tree."

Originally, many people thought this film would definitely lose money and laughed at Link's lack of vision, but now the film's box office has far exceeded expectations, disappointing many.

The publicity departnt should pay attention to this and actively promote Link, letting people know that Link's vision is indisputable.

After hearing this, Brian said he understood and would imdiately arrange for dia promotion.

After hanging up the phone, Ivanka saw that all the work on her desk was done and couldn't help but stretch her lazy waist, her ample bust also rose, her waist grew even slimr, but her hips still sank weightily into the office chair.

She pressed the intercom button to call her assistant Xina to bring in a cup of tea.

After giving the order, she moved away from the desk to the window, wrapped her arms around herself, and looked down at the crowded streets, the bustling crowd, and the verdant palm groves in the distance, suddenly feeling very calm.

This calm was different from before, which was sustained under a strong ntal fortitude, a stability that needed constant reconciliation and dismissal of distractions.

But now, it was a genuine calm, composed and serene, as if nothing was worth her agitation any longer.

About this change, Ivanka wasn't perplexed; she was clear when and where it started: it began on the day Link proposed, and he was the source.

She was twenty-seven this year, six years older than Link.

In New York's high society, a twenty-seven-year-old woman not yet married is almost considered a spinster and subjected to inquiries about her marital status, categorized by many as an eligible marriage prospect.

Concerning marriage, Ivanka previously wasn't too worried or anxious, but with age, hormonal changes, physical appearance, and external attention and gossip, all these could fuel such anxiety.

Even with her strong ntal fortitude, she sotis couldn't help being disturbed by external voices, becoming less calm, and then she needed to work on her thoughts and reconcile with herself.

Doing this often, undoubtedly, increased spiritual consumption and affected the state of her work.

But now, it wasn't necessary.

Ivanka raised her hand, quietly looking at the diamond ring on her ring finger—a delicate platinum ring. The ring wasn't big, nor was the diamond, but at this mont, in her eyes, this ring was a thousand tis, no, a million tis more precious than any jewelry, any gold dal, or even the crown on the Queen's head.

After wearing this ring, she had a clearer beacon in life, her heart beca extrely calm, and she felt relaxed and composed, both body and mind.

It was a magic ring too.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Co in!"

Assistant Xina, carrying tea and snacks, ca in, her eyes turning to the chairman, Ivanka, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Clad in light-colored office lady attire, she displayed a tall and graceful figure, an elegant and composed deanor, seemingly even more beautiful than before.

Even though Xina saw her silhouette every day, she was still astounded by her anew each ti; she must be the most perfect woman in the world. Her only flaw was having taken a playboy as a husband, although that playboy was also extrely excellent, he didn't seem as perfect as Ivanka.

This flaw also made Xina perceive Ivanka's tolerance and magnanimity, making her seem even more beautiful.

"Xina, your red tea is really wonderful."

Ivanka said with a light smile, taking the red tea into her hands and inquiring of Xina about the phone appointnt. Now she was the chairwoman of Lionsgate Films and also served as chairwoman of Link Music Company. She had so many responsibilities that often she had to rush between both.

While chatting with Xina, her phone on the desk began to ring.

Ivanka took a look; it was a call from Wendi Deng.

Wendi Deng ntioned that she saw a photo of her wearing a ring and asked when she and Link were getting engaged.

Ivanka, with a smile, thanked her and ntioned that she was still discussing it with Link but it should happen within the year.

Over the phone, Wendi Deng congratulated her and Link, saying they were the most perfect couple in the world. Now that they had confird their relationship, countless won would be envious of her.

Ivanka thanked her with a laugh.

In the past few days, she had heard nurous congratulations and complints. Whether they were sincere or just flattery, she always responded gratefully because the occasion truly was a happy one.

In the end, Wendi Deng talked about the release of "The Secret Fan of Snowflakes," due to premiere at the end of June in Huaxia and in the United States in early July. She wanted to invite Ivanka in advance to the premiere.

Ivanka said she would need to check her schedule.

For such events, Ivanka wasn't particularly keen on attending. As the chairwoman of Lionsgate Films and Link Music, she wasn't an entertainnt celebrity, didn't need high levels of dia exposure, nor did she need to use news stories to elevate her status.

Maintaining a sense of mystery in the dia actually suited the company's interests better.

After hanging up, Ivanka drank a cup of tea and returned to her desk to continue working. But just as she sat down, her phone rang to the tune of Link's "Just The Way You Are."

The caller ID was showing Paris Hilton's number.

Just in ti, she too wanted to ask Paris what to do if she had a boyfriend who thought about ML all day long, how to gain the upper hand in such matters, and how to satisfy her boyfriend to the fullest extent.

But as soon as the call connected, before she could ask Paris her question, Paris told her that little Kunas was also there and needed to discuss sothing very important with her, asking if she agreed.

Ivanka enquired about the matter.

"Eva, have you slept with Link? How could you do this? You told before that you couldn't have relations before marriage, how can it be different now? This isn't good," Kunas said in a wistful and indignant tone over the phone.

Ivanka's face grew cold; she was very displeased with his questioning. What she wished to do was a private matter and what right did Kunas, a stranger, have to complain?

"I love Link and I am willing to give myself to him, it is none of your business and I don't need to explain anything to you," she replied.

"Eva, I love you, love you dearly. I would treasure you as the most precious jewel in the world. We could have been a happy couple. I even dreamt of our wedding, with you in a pristine white dress, as beautiful as an angel. You shouldn't be with Link; he doesn't deserve you..."

Click!

Ivanka didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she hung up directly.

After about ten seconds, her phone received two ssages from Paris who was apologizing for encountering little Kunas at the cocktail party.

Kunas asked to borrow her phone to call, which she had declined. Then Kunas pleaded with her to make the call because he had sothing very important to discuss with Ivanka. She had relented only after not being able to refuse, and hoped for Ivanka's forgiveness.

Ivanka didn't bla her, but thought it was inappropriate for Paris to ask that kind of question at a cocktail party, so she didn't inquire further.

She turned off her phone, glanced at the photo fra on her desk showing her and Link together, smiled slightly, and continued to work on her tasks.

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