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After finishing his training, Link checked his phone in the gym's locker room and found two messages from Taylor Swift sent an hour ago, asking what he was doing and mentioning some rehearsals.

Link thought for a moment and decided to call Taylor directly.

"Hello, this is Taylor's mom. She's in rehearsal right now and isn't available to take your call."

Andrea Swift's voice came from the receiver.

"Hello, Mrs. Andrea. This is Link. May I ask when Taylor's rehearsal will be over?"

Link asked politely.

"I'm not sure at the moment."

"Alright, I'll contact her later."

The call ended abruptly with a beep. Link sensed that Andrea didn't seem to like him very much, her politeness tinged with coldness.

But it didn't matter. He wasn't interested in pursuing Andrea and didn't need to please her.

Link replied to Taylor with a message and rode his motorcycle around downtown Miami.

He had been in Miami for over a month, but besides Palm Beach County, he hadn't explored other areas. Since the weather was nice, it wouldn't be bad to take a stroll.

Miami is the most populous city in Florida, located in the southeastern corner of the United States. The urban area consists of three counties: Miami-Dade, Broward, and Palm Beach.

The beach where Baker's shop was located was in the middle section of Palm Beach County's Outer Beach, known as the Gold Coast due to its high-quality sand.

Miami borders the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Gulf of Mexico to the west. It has a subtropical monsoon climate with temperatures above 15 degrees Celsius year-round. There are two seasons, summer and winter, and even the winter temperatures are relatively warm.

Due to the warm and humid climate, the vegetation is lush and evergreen throughout the year. The air is free from industrial pollution and of high quality. Miami is therefore known as the "Garden City," the "Retirement Center of America," and "God's Waiting Room."

Miami is also an international metropolis, serving as the Latin American headquarters for many multinational companies, including Disney, ExxonMobil, FedEx, Microsoft, Oracle, and Sony. It holds an important position in finance, commerce, media, entertainment, art, and international trade.

In May of last year, Miami was ranked the cleanest city in the United States by Forbes magazine. In March of this year, it was also rated the wealthiest city in the United States and the fifth wealthiest city globally by UBS.

On Palm Beach's Gold Coast, skyscrapers, five-star hotels, luxury resort apartments, and oceanfront villas are everywhere. The streets are filled with luxury cars, even more densely packed than at a luxury car expo.

As Link rode his motorcycle through the luxury cars, his phone buzzed twice as he passed the Trump International Beach Resort.

"Are you practicing boxing? Why are you practicing boxing?"

"I can box too. Let's spar sometime (fist bump emoji, laughing emoji)"

Link smiled as he read the messages. Taylor was quite cute when she wasn't angry.

"I practice boxing because I like it. Also, the diving shop's business isn't great, so I'm planning to work part-time as a boxer to earn some extra cash."

"I won't fight you. You're a girl. If I punch you, you'll definitely cry for a long time."

Ding dong~ Ding dong~

Taylor sent several more messages, telling him that boxing wasn't a good choice, that it was too dangerous. She also said that his voice was very pleasant and magnetic and that he should consider becoming a singer.

A singer? Link laughed. His voice was indeed good, and he could sing decently, but he didn't know how to sing and couldn't even read sheet music. Making a living by singing would be too difficult unless Taylor invited him to form a team with her, where she would be responsible for singing, and he would be responsible for the "Oh yeah~."

"Miss Ivanka, here are your car keys."

As he was replying to Taylor's message, a waiter in a red shirt brushed past him, holding a set of car keys and handing them to a woman who had just come out of the hotel.

Link looked up, his blue eyes flashing with a hint of amazement.

The woman was tall, about 180 centimeters, wearing stiletto heels that made her almost as tall as Link. She wore delicate sunglasses, a sea-blue shirt, and a black skirt. Her figure was curvaceous, both front and back.

Although Taylor was also 180 centimeters tall and had a good figure, her development couldn't compare to the woman in front of him.

Link felt like he recognized this woman. As she passed by, he called out, "Miss Ivanka, I'm your fan. Could you give me an autograph?"

The woman stopped and turned around to look at him. Seeing that he was a handsome young man, she smiled and said, "You're my fan?"

"Yes, I've read reports about you. I think you're a very intelligent woman."

"Thank you!"

The woman replied politely with a smile.

Link patted his pockets and said with regret, "I forgot to bring a pen. Miss Ivanka, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Link Baker, and I'm an excellent boxer."

"A boxer? Are you very good?"

The woman asked with a smile, adjusting her glasses and looking him up and down.

"Yes, Miss Ivanka. Soon, you'll see me on TV and in the news. They'll call me the champion."

Link said confidently, raising his handsome eyebrows.

"Haha, you're very interesting. Goodbye, Mr. Champion!"

The woman waved and got into a red Ferrari Enzo parked by the roadside. The car started, and she drove off with a gust of wind blowing through her blonde hair.

Link shrugged, regretting not having a pen. Ivanka's autograph could probably fetch a few dozen dollars in the future.

He suddenly tapped his forehead. Once he became a champion, earning tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars per fight, what was a few dozen dollars? It was true that a poor mindset was hard to change.

"Rehearsal is almost over. I'm going to get something to eat. There's an Italian seafood restaurant next to the stadium. Their shrimp soup is amazing. Do you want to come and try it?"

Taylor asked in a message.

"Sure, I'll be there in ten minutes."

Taylor's rehearsal was at the Hard Rock Stadium, located in the wealthy community of West Palm Beach, with the best environment, convenient transportation, and close proximity to the beach. It was also known as the Miami Gardens.

Link arrived at the east gate of Hard Rock Stadium in eight minutes.

This stadium was the home of the Miami Dolphins, a team in the National Football League (NFL). It was the largest and most luxurious stadium in Miami, with a capacity of 65,000 people, two or three times larger than the American Airlines Arena, the home of the Miami Heat.

Music rehearsals were taking place inside the stadium, and people were coming and going in front of the gates.

Many fans who had come to show their support were sitting on the lawn in front of the stadium, holding posters of stars like Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Carrie Underwood, Alison Krauss, and Vince Gill, waiting for their idols to appear from the stadium. Among them were also a few Taylor Swift fans.

Link waited at the gate for over ten minutes. Taylor came out discreetly from the east gate, wearing a pink baseball cap, a printed T-shirt, and jeans.

"I saw your fans. You're quite a big star."

"Of course, didn't you know that before?"

Taylor raised her chin proudly, a playful look on her delicate face.

"I knew, but I didn't expect your popularity to be this high."

Link smiled and revved the engine, his motorcycle roaring onto the street.

(End of Chapter)