Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 732 - 531: Late Night Chat with Monica

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At night, the scenery by the beach in Cannes is enchanting, the full moon reflecting on the vast sea while the lights brighten the beach.

After finishing desserts at Little Cassel, Link took his charge to kick around in the water by the beach, and the little guy was having a blast, giggling nonstop.

When the little one tired out, Link carried him back to the restaurant by the beach, only to see Guillaume drunk, face-down on the table, badmouthing him, continuously professing his love to Marion, spouting lots of cheesy and passionate nonsense, and ultimately even crying.

"Link, it's quite the pressure to be your rival in love," Monica Bellucci teased.

Link shook his head, handed the drowsy little one to Marion, and helped Guillaume into the car to return to the hotel.

With Guillaume drunk, Marion having to look after him and Little Cassel, Link had no choice but to sleep alone. Back in his room, he scrolled through his phone's news, and sure enough, it was all about his surprising win of the Best Actor award.

Most of it was questioning, not understanding why the jury would break tradition and award both leading male and female actors of the same movie.

After reading a few articles and finding them dull, Link was about to turn off his phone when he noticed many missed calls and texts, as well as messages on Facebook, WhatsApp, and Instagram.

They were mostly congratulations on winning Best Actor at Cannes, with hundreds of messages, mostly from acquaintances like Emma Roberts, Kristen, Katy Perry, Paul Walker, and so on.

There were also a few anonymous texts, which piqued his curiosity.

Not many people knew the number of this phone.

Three of these were from the same number. Opening them, he found congratulations to Mr. Baker on winning Best Actor at the Cannes Film Festival, praising his acting as exceptional, calling themselves a fan of his boxing, singing, and acting, and expressing hope for a reply.

Signed as Fan Binbin, claiming to be Yang Dami's good friend.

He opened the second one to find some selfies of Fan Binbin, dressed lightly, with white skin and seductive poses. Yet to Link, accustomed to the high seas and having seen countless beautiful shells, his heartbeat barely quickened.

The third was an apology, stating it was meant for Yang Dami to boast about the beauty of Cannes but was mistakenly sent, expressing apologies.

Subtle intentions aplenty.

Link deleted the texts, sat on the terrace, and began replying to some familiar messages and calls.

Thump thump thump—

While discussing how to handle public skepticism with Goldsmith, the PR manager, there came a gentle knocking at the door.

Link peeped through the peephole and saw Monica Bellucci, who had just departed not long ago, with her wavy hair loose, wearing a red spaghetti strap slip, the thin straps almost sinking into her flesh, her lower attire obscured from view.

He opened the door and greeted, "Monica, what is it?"

"I can't sleep, feeling a bit restless. Thought I'd have a chat with you, is that okay?"

Monica offered with a smile, holding a half bottle of red wine.

"Please come in!"

Link stepped aside to let her in.

As Monica passed, her smooth shoulders brushed his chest, a faint perfume emanating from her, the same one as Marion, but her figure was more voluptuous. Too close, the fragrance came with a warm and moist heat.

Once Monica entered, in her high heels and swaying ample hips, she sat down on the sofa. Her skirt not too long, she had to keep her knees together to prevent any impropriety.

"Link, didn't Marion come?"

"She's taking care of Guillaume."

Link figured she must know this to come at this time.

"I envy Marion so much, to have both a man who loves her deeply and a man she deeply loves. I never understood Marion before, but now I realize this way of preserving love is best. With you here, Guillaume wouldn't dare mess around elsewhere nor slack in his love for Marion. With Guillaume around, you can always enjoy the thrill of snatching love from his hands, right?"

Monica quipped with a lift of her smooth legs.

"I'm not that cruel. If Marion wanted to leave Guillaume, I'd be happy."

Link placed a wineglass on the coffee table.

"You wouldn't. It'd be more troubling for you since you'd have to spend more time and effort caring for and comforting Marion when she can't see you. If you make Marion wait too long, she might leave you. That's why the way you two are now is the most enduring and comfortable."

Monica poured a glass of red wine, swirled it, and asked, "Why is there only one glass? You're going to share one with me?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

Link said with a smile, "Marion must have told you, I'm a lightweight with alcohol. I already had a drink outside, so I'm sorry I can't join you."

"You get drunk on red wine?"

Monica asked with interest.

"Even beer does it."

Link shrugged helplessly.

"Interesting! Have you ever been drunk? What are you like?"

Monica inquired with a laugh.

"Like any usual drunk, but I get a bit more violent. You probably wouldn't want to see it."

Link sat on the opposite sofa, resting his forehead on his hand, watching 'soccer flower' Monica Bellucci across from him. Though she was older, she maintained herself well, with fair skin and a voluptuous figure, her close-fitting silk dress nearly bursting at the chest and buttocks.

"How about we try it? I don't mind taking care of you when you're drunk," Monica Bellucci teased, offering the wineglass.

Link looked into her eyes, took a sip, and handed it back, "Drink less. Being drunk isn't a delightful experience."

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