"Hey, Simon, who's that girl? She's got an amazing figure."
On the beach, Michael held a beer and gazed at Link's figure, bumping into Simon to ask.
"You know the Thompson International Hotel at Palm Beach? That's her family's place."
Simon said this, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music.
"Wow, the Miss of the Thompson Family? She's a real heiress. Is Link going to ask her out? Damn, I wish I were Link."
Michael looked at Miss Ivanka's explosive figure, her exquisite dress, and her superior demeanor, a top-tier rich and beautiful girl; no one would not want to date her, Link the lucky bastard.
"Link is so cool, changing his girlfriend every month, and each one is beautiful," said Daniel, eyeing Link and Ivanka under the sun umbrella; one handsome and masculine, the other voluptuous and pretty, obviously well-matched.