Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 632 - 462: Foolish Man, Resentful Woman

In March, to acquire Lionsgate, Link borrowed four hundred million US dollars from Morgan City Investment Bank. After half a year, he repaid 230 million and still had 170 million left.

With more than half of the foreign debt reduced, he felt a lot lighter.

Taking advantage of his good mood, he flew to Nashville, ready to personally pick up his two children and bring them back to Los Angeles.

"I said I would bring them back to Los Angeles in a few days, why did you suddenly come here?"

In the estate on the outskirts of Nashville, Taylor showed no sign of being moved by his gallant assistance in July when she saw him. Instead, she looked cold and unimpressed.

Having slept with her for more than a year, Link knew her personality and didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Cut the crap! Take me to see my little princess and prince."

Link gestured firmly with his hand.

If he hadn't helped the children's mother with a big problem in July, he wouldn't have the nerve to act so tough.

But now he felt awesome, and the decision to take a risk for Taylor in July was the right one.

"Hmph, don't get cocky!"

Taylor snorted with her nose wrinkled, unwillingly heading into the estate, her blond hair lifting in the breeze.

The estate is very large, about 2.3 hectares, that is 23,000 square meters, way too big, one can't see the other side of the courtyard wall at a glance.

There are three villas in the estate, a 5,600-square-feet main house, a 2,000-square-feet servant building, a 2,000-square-feet guesthouse, and a thirty-plus meter high spire tower for viewing, it takes nearly ten minutes just to walk from one end to the other at the villa's entrance.

The main buildings are made of grey and white Greek marble, with four columns engraved with art sculptures in front of the main house entrance, and both gabled and spired structures, all with distinct Greek architectural style.

This estate is also known as the Greek Revival Manor.

There are vast lawns and gardens inside the estate, and in the warm Southern weather of September, the lawns are lush, and the flowers in the garden are still blooming brightly, with red irises, blue bellflowers, cherry blossom trees, and large patches of climbing roses, colorful, with butterflies and bees fluttering about.

Passing by, the scent of flowers is overwhelming.

Just behind the main house is a fenced sports field with rubber flooring, suitable for playing tennis, basketball, and volleyball. Taylor clearly isn't a sporty person; the running track around the sports field is overgrown with some weeds, looking somewhat neglected.

There's also a big swimming pool in the estate, the clear, blue water sparkling under the sun, tempting one to dive in.

"This place is really nice."

Link admired the layout of the estate.

Taylor walked ahead briskly in a plain T-shirt, blue jeans, and flat shoes, her golden ponytail swaying, her arms crossed in front of her chest, not intending to acknowledge him.

"Before, asking you to live in that small villa was an insult to you."

Link remarked reflectively.

After becoming famous, Taylor turned into a well-known real estate queen in the entertainment circle, currently owning two properties in Nashville, two in New York, and two in Los Angeles, all worth millions or even tens of millions, all more grandiose in both decoration and size than the Bay Villa.

From this, it can be seen that Taylor is someone who enjoys luxury.

"Shut up! Don't mention the past."

Taylor said coldly.

"After I take the children to Los Angeles, this estate will be idle. You might want to consider selling it to me, we can negotiate the price."

Link suggested.

Taylor resumed her silence, not responding to him, but she let down her arms and casually picked up a round pebble from the steps in front of the main house and flipped it in her hand before hiding the stone behind her back.

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"Ahem, have you seen this week's singles chart? 'Say Something' overtook 'That Girl' this week, becoming the second number-one single from the new album. Some fans even said on Spotify that you sing it better than me, that your voice is more emotive. Ridiculous, fans' sense of music is declining."

Link mused.

Taylor's hand clenched the pebble tightly, her nails turning pink from the pressure.

"Billboard predicts that my album has a great chance to surpass my third one in US sales this year, reaching six million copies. They say no one could break this record in the next ten years, not Lady Gaga, not Adele, not even Taylor Swift. Ah, it's lonely at the top."

Link sighed with his hands behind his back.

Taylor suddenly stopped, swung her fist at him, and threw the pebble heavily onto the grass next to him before turning and walking into the main house without looking back.

Link smiled faintly at her retreating figure and followed her up to the nursery on the second floor of the main house.

In the warmly decorated room, he saw his long-missed Alexander and Cynthia, soft and cute, with delicate pinkish tints.

At his arrival, Alexander was sleeping, eyes closed, suckling a pacifier, his little fists clenched beside his chubby face, occasionally moving.

"Look, Alexander has the makings of a boxer from a young age. When he's four or five, I'll teach him boxing so he can take over my Golden Belt when he grows up."

"Shut up! Who wants to practice boxing with you?"

Taylor said disdainfully.

Cynthia wasn't asleep, her bright blue eyes open, clear as two pure blue crystals, her pink mouth dribbling saliva, her golden hair tied up in fine pigtails, her little face so exquisitely cute it outshone those on TV commercials.

"Giggle~"