章 254: Chapter 251: Eva's Special Reward

"Here's your New Year's gift. Hope you like it."

Link took it and saw it was a sports watch. The combination of the stainless steel case and black ceramic bezel resembled the instrument panel of an airplane cockpit. The brown-black strap was imprinted with the TAG Heuer Autavia custom logo, and the craftsmanship was exquisite, more beautiful than the ones Link had bought himself.

Link had once wanted to buy this kind of sports watch, but unfortunately, he didn't know where to buy it even with US dollars in his hand.

"Thank you, I like it very much. By the way, I also prepared a gift for you."

Link went to the office next door and brought back a delicate box, handing it to Ivanka.

"What gift?"

Ivanka curiously took the box.

She opened it and saw an outdated Tiffany platinum rose diamond necklace with a high gold and diamond content.

This necklace was priced at over 120,000 US dollars, specifically designed to satisfy the aesthetics of nouveau riche housewives. In the past, Ivanka wouldn't even glance at it on the counter.

"How is it? Beautiful?"

Link smiled.

Before Christmas, he specifically went to the Tiffany store and bought more than ten limited edition necklaces, bracelets, and watches, giving them to Taylor, Katherine, Mandy, Selena, Annie, Mrs. Andrea, Anna, and other close people.

So far, everyone said they were beautiful.

Ivanka moved her lips, looked up at him, and smiled, "It's beautiful. You really know how to buy gifts."

"Thank you!"

"Would you like to help me put it on?"

Ivanka's slender fingers picked up the platinum necklace and shook it.

"OK!"

Link shrugged, walked behind her, and lifted her loose golden hair.

Her hair carried the fragrance of rose dew and the warmth of her body. It felt soft and smooth, making him unable to resist stroking it again before picking up the diamond necklace and putting it on her elegant swan neck.

The necklace's delicate design and dazzling blue teardrop-shaped diamond perfectly matched her black turtleneck sweater.

"How is it?"

Link asked, pressing her shoulders.

"Wonderful! So how about I give you a little more reward?"

"What?"

As he was about to let go, Ivanka suddenly grabbed his hand and gently placed it on her full bosom.

Link's heart skipped a beat, and his palm involuntarily contracted.

He suddenly remembered the famous painting "The Milkmaid of Bordeaux" by the Spanish painter Francisco Goya.

The painter was very particular about the details, using colors flexibly to present a stark contrast between the milkmaid's rough brown fingers and the cow's white skin, creating a strong visual impact.

He also thought of the cotton candy he ate on the street as a child, feeling like he was grabbing white clouds from the sky. His arm muscles trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but put down his other hand, gently stroking her shoulder.

Just as he was about to explore further down, the phone on the table rang.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Ivanka glanced at it and answered the call. Her father's loud and clear voice came from the receiver. He asked where Ivanka was, as the New Year's party was about to start, and she, as half the host, couldn't be late.

Ivanka shrugged and said she would be there soon.

"Want to come together? My dad really wants to introduce Tiffany to you."

Ivanka turned her head and asked.

"Tiffany? Your sister?"

Link looked at his palm, not quite understanding her thoughts.

Ivanka snorted, tidied her hair, put on her coat, and stepped into her high heels. "Don't misunderstand. This is just a small reward, not that I have any feelings for you, nor am I trying to seduce you. There won't be a next time."

"You women are so fickle!"

Link shook his head helplessly. Seeing her get dressed and ready to go out, he called out, "You just invited me to the party, was that just casual talk?"

Ivanka turned her head gracefully, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Would you dare to go if I invited you?"

"Are you kidding? Do you know who's standing in front of you?"

Link put on his coat and smiled. "He's an Olympic champion, a world boxing champion, a holder of four swimming records, a top singer in the music industry, a popular Hollywood movie star, and a newly minted billionaire. Do you think there's anything in this world he wouldn't dare to do?"

"Wow, you're so amazing. Let's go then!"

Ivanka smiled sweetly and came over to take his arm.

"How big is the party? Should I change clothes?"

"No need! With all your titles, no one would dare say anything even if you went in a bikini."

Ivanka smiled slightly.

Link shrugged and took a car to Ivanka's villa estate on the Upper West Side.

This villa was located on the west side of Central Park, occupying over 5,000 square meters, with a market value of over 300 million US dollars, and it was not something money could buy. The people living here were all old money families in New York, many of whom were billionaires three generations ago. Ivanka was now the fourth generation billionaire in their family.

This was the heritage of a wealthy family.

Living among billionaires, surrounded by billionaire neighbors, friends, and relatives, it was probably difficult for such people to go bankrupt.

When Link and Ivanka entered the villa in the middle of the estate, Ivanka's New Year's party had already begun, with over a hundred guests attending.

There were the newspaper tycoon Hearst family, the hotel tycoon Hilton family, the candy tycoon Mars family, the fashion tycoon CK family, the New York real estate tycoon Crown Acquisitions Chera family, the New York political tycoon Bloomberg family, the real estate tycoon Durst family, the New Jersey real estate tycoon K Hovnanian family, the Murdoch couple, and so on.

All were regulars on the Forbes list.

If these people were kidnapped, at least tens of billions of dollars could be squeezed out.

Among these people, Link only knew a few young heirs like Paris and Nicky Hilton, Amanda Hearst, Georgina Bloomberg, and Robert K Hovnanian.

As it was a high-class party, the male guests were all dressed in suits with bow ties or dark ties, while the women wore beautiful dresses and precious jewelry, exuding charming fragrances. Everyone appeared very proper, resembling a gathering of 18th-century British aristocrats. So when Link walked into the party scene wearing a sporty down jacket, it was like a monkey闯进时代广场闯进时代广场, instantly attracting the attention of all the guests.

"Are you sure you don't want to change?"

"I'm sure!" Ivanka held his arm, her lips curled up as she walked and whispered, "These people are all very rich. Money is not a scarce resource here. What they lack is honor, the feeling of being respected and admired. And honor is what you have in abundance. Any of your achievements are something they can't achieve even if they strive for their entire lives. So here, you, you bastard, are the real tycoon. You are fully qualified to walk past them with your head held high, without needing to look at any of them."

"I'm not that proud."

Link smiled faintly. Seeing these people, he wouldn't feel inferior or afraid, just not used to being the center of attention in crowded places.

"Wow, Ivanka, look who you brought."

A girl screamed.

"Ivanka, why didn't you tell us earlier that you invited Link? This is so exciting."

"Link, it's great to see you here."

A group of gorgeously dressed rich girls came over and greeted him enthusiastically.

Ivanka pursed her lips, smiled at them, and whispered, "Paris has mentioned to me more than once that she wants to meet you, calling you her dream lover. If you want to sleep with her, you can go to the bathroom next door.

The one in the red dress is Georgina Bloomberg. Her father is the mayor of New York, worth over 12 billion. She loves horseback riding. If you just ride with her a few times, she will definitely fall in love with you and even marry you with billions of dollars.

The one on the left is Amanda Hearst, the granddaughter of the newspaper tycoon. She loves music. You just need to write a song for her, and she will immediately throw herself into your arms and kiss you."

Link smiled softly, "What about you?"

"I'm not interested in you."

Ivanka rolled her eyes at him, let go of his arm, and went forward to greet her girlfriends with a smile. Although she had spoken ill of them, she was very affectionate when talking to them, acting like good sisters and best friends.

Women are born actresses.

Link secretly admired.

"Ivanka, why are you so late? Did you go on a date?"

Paris Hilton pulled Ivanka, her eyes drifting towards Link as she teased.

"Ivanka, how does it feel to date Link? I heard he's very powerful, is that true?"

Georgina also teased.

"Haha, it must be true. Look at Ivanka's glowing face, she must be very, very satisfied."

Hearing Georgina's words, the other rich girls couldn't help but laugh, their eyes slowly sliding down from Link's handsome face.

Link politely smiled at the ladies.

Ivanka took two glasses of champagne, handed one to Link, and said to her friends, "Link has been invited by the FNL to perform at this year's Super Bowl halftime show. Time is tight, so we've been working overtime at the recording studio these days rehearsing."

"Link is going to perform at the Super Bowl?"

"Wow, Link, you're so amazing."

"Link, I'm your fan. I love every one of your songs. Your songs are fantastic."

Paris, Georgina, Amanda, and other rich girls came over, their eyes burning.

Link held his glass and politely responded to their compliments.

Although these rich girls had some problems in terms of lifestyle and personality, their living environment determined that they wouldn't be too stupid, and their inheritance rights and connections also determined that they shouldn't be underestimated.

When dealing with these people, it was best not to offend them if possible, as there might be many opportunities for cooperation in business in the future.

However, while he was surrounded by these socialites, the wealthy young men at the party were inevitably neglected.

Gatherings like New Year's parties, besides providing opportunities for the heads of various families to chat and connect, also created opportunities for the younger generation to interact, similar to matchmaking events.

When all the girls at the party flocked to Link, the boys inevitably felt a sense of camaraderie in their shared grievance.

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