Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Bernard, this place seems to be Daniel Radcliffe’s home."

On Hampton Avenue, Detective Charlotte sat in a black Lotus sedan, eyeing a row of connected apartments through the car window.

"Yes, journalists have snapped photos of Daniel around here."

Journalist Gary leaned against the car window, holding a telephoto lens camera, incessantly surveying the windows above.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Blond Robert fleeting by the balcony, which must be Daniel’s place, Link and Emma Watson were there too.

"What do we do now? I just asked around, and it’s not only Link and Emma who came here, several actors from the ’Harry Potter’ series are here too, having a party. Can we prove they are dating with just this information?"

Charlotte asked.

Gary sighed, shaking his head.

Celebrities in the circle all like to host parties, gathering a bunch of people together for fun.

Entertainment journalists loathe these parties the most. If two celebrities go on a date and are photographed, it becomes a scandal.

If a group of people go on dates at a party, unless actual evidence is captured, spreading the news doesn’t have much impact.

Now, they knew that Link and Emma Watson might be using the party as a pretext to date, yet they couldn’t find evidence. It was like knowing there’s a stack of cash upstairs, but being unable to get their hands on it, and he was not content with that.

"Jack, when you usually help people catch cheaters, how do you manage to snap photos?"

Gary adjusted his glasses and asked.

"It’s different; our targets are usually regular people, not very vigilant, without bodyguards. The places where they live or the hotels are more ordinary, with general security measures. Usually, following them for a few days does the trick. But celebrities are often tailed by paparazzi, making it difficult to gather evidence of their activities."

Gary was aware of this too, and he looked around at the apartments in the vicinity.

"Jack, why don’t you go to that building over there and see if there’s a way to use a telescope to observe Daniel’s home, while I’ll try to figure out a way to sneak upstairs."

"Okay!"

Charlotte shouldered her work backpack that held a telescope and camera, and walked towards an older apartment building next to King’s Theatre, which looked like it was built before World War II, with its Gothic-style roof being quite distinctive.

There happened to be an empty apartment up for rent in the building. Charlotte, under the pretense of wanting to see the unit, handed over a 100-pound deposit, got the keys from the apartment manager, and made her way to the top floor of the building.

Initially, she was secretly pleased, thinking her method was clever and might yield unexpected results.

However, upon reaching the top floor, she found three peeping tom-looking people already there with their long-lens telescopes, ceaselessly scrutinizing the building opposite.

Charlotte let out a dejected sigh; the paparazzi business was too competitive. To make money, one had to run even faster.

She called Gary and reported the situation on this end.

Gary acknowledged, telling her to stay put there.

While on the phone, Gary also faced difficulties; the apartment building’s entrance was secured by a code lock, requiring identity verification before entry, and the elevator was shared between just two households, making it impossible to blend in.

As he was pondering what to do, he suddenly saw a pizza delivery person approaching. An idea popped into his mind.

"Link, you’ve gotten way too famous lately. Look at all the paparazzi downstairs."

Robert walked into the living room and said.

"Wow, at least a hundred of them."

The blond Malfoy boy peered out the window, saying in an exaggerated tone.

Link shrugged his shoulders, indicating there was nothing he could do.

Fame and fortune often came hand in hand.

After becoming famous, one’s every move became entangled with the interests of many others.

Just like now, if he and Emma were photographed sitting together and chatting, and that photo was uploaded to the internet.

He might get a bit of a bad reputation, and Dynasty Promotion and Link Music would have to spend more money on PR to fix his image, and it might even affect his album sales.

But the paparazzi would make a killing from this, and the media behind them would take the opportunity to sell more of their news products.

Link’s rivals, like the East Coast rap groups, would probably be grinning from ear to ear.

"I told you guys, the party should have been low-key, Robert, you were too showy,"

Emma said, staring at Robert.

Robert, lying on the couch, shook his head and said, "It’s definitely not my fault. After Link arrived in London yesterday, there were already lots of news about you guys rekindling your old flame. I believe many paparazzi wanted to snap photos of you two on a date, so there must have been a bunch of them following your car when you left the house."

"There were indeed some paparazzi tailing me when I left,"

Link nodded in agreement.

Emma snorted quietly, put her hand behind her back, and sneakily stretched it toward him, gently pinching his waist.

"Hey, Emma Link, there are rumors online that you guys dated last year, is it true?" asked Bonnie, the actress with a laugh. She played Ginny Weasley, Blond Ron’s sister, in Harry Potter.

"Bonnie, do you even need to ask? Just look at them now, practically glued together. It’s clear their relationship isn’t innocent," Robert said with a wink and a mischievous smile.

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Emma’s face turned cold, and she picked up the fruit knife from the table.

Robert jumped in fright, fell back on the carpet, and after getting up, he hugged Daniel to use him as a human shield.

Emma glanced at him and said while peeling an apple, "Yes, Link and I dated. When we were together last year, there was no Taylor in the picture. After I finished filming and had to return to Britain, considering all the inconveniences, we decided to break up temporarily."

Link nodded; what Emma said was true.

When he was dating Emma last year, he was just friends with Taylor. Only after his relationship with Emma was exposed by the media did Taylor suddenly call, wanting to be his girlfriend.

In a way, Emma was the matchmaker between him and Taylor.

"Emma, did you dump Link? How could you let go of such an amazing boyfriend?" another actress asked in surprise.

"We broke up amicably," Emma explained with a wrinkled nose.

"Yes!"

Link said, spreading his hands, "I’m a boxer from Miami, and Emma is an actress from London. For us to keep going in the long run, there would be a lot of issues we can’t resolve for now, so we broke up."

"That’s a pity. It would be great if you were still together."

"Yes, you two look like a perfect match."

The guests at the party babbled on.

"Hey, Emma, can I ask you a personal question?"

Bonnie, the actress, whispered in Emma’s ear, "The news says Link is pretty amazing in that department, is it true?"

Only her voice was a tad loud, and everyone around heard it.

Robert, Malfoy, and a few other boys immediately objected, calling the topic boring and asking the girls to stop discussing it.

The girls mocked the boys for their inferiority complex and didn’t want to talk about adult topics.

Hearing them joke around, Link did not join in the conversation, but suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket, prompting him to stand up and walk to the window to answer the call.

The caller was Wallace.

He said a few paparazzi had disguised themselves as delivery people and snuck into the apartment building, probably aiming to take secret photos.

Moreover, on the rooftops of some buildings opposite, cameras with long-range lenses spied on them.

Wallace warned him to be careful.

Link looked through the window and indeed saw several figures on the rooftop of the building diagonally opposite.

He couldn’t help but remark that the British paparazzi were indeed quite crazy.

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