Chapter 258: Ivanka Trump

In a nightclub in Las Vegas, the colorful dance floor was filled with men and women swaying and moving, mingling with the scent of alcohol and hormones.

At this moment, Charles was holding Ivanka close as they were dancing intimately on the floor. The dazzling lights combined with the effect of alcohol made Charles feel a bit dizzy.

Ivanka had a pair of long legs, which made Charles never want to let go.

"Hey, I think I just saw Topher Grace at the party. Are you familiar with him?" Charles asked casually. After all, Topher Grace was currently the biggest Hollywood star at the party.

"I've met him once, but we're not really close. He just starred in Spider-Man 3 this year and has gained quite a bit of fame, but it's nothing compared to you, the Hollywood movie mogul," responded Ivanka, who was a year older than Charles at 25.

However, despite Ivanka's far better background, she couldn't compare to the person in front of her. A graduate of the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania, she was now the Vice President of her family's company, Trump Real Estate Group.

Charles Capet, a self-made man with great achievements, was inherently more attractive.

"Charles, I can't believe how you've achieved so much in such a short time. You even predicted the World Cup champion!" Ivanka smiled as she held onto Charles's neck.

"Could it be that you've been kissed by God?" she joked.

Charles looked at the girl, tightened his hands around her waist, pulling Ivanka closer into his embrace. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I don't know if I've been kissed by God, but if God were a woman, she definitely would."

The two then started kissing. Ivanka, standing tall at 5'11" with a 34C figure, had an alluring body that was hard to resist.

Young men and women, once they felt an attraction, things often progressed naturally.

At night, in the bedroom of a suite at the Trump International Hotel, Ivanka lay on the bed, exuding allure.

Charles pressed himself onto the girl, and soon, the room was filled with intermittent sensual sounds.

The next day at noon, Charles and Ivanka woke up in bed together. Ivanka lay in Charles's arms, her fingers brushing over his abs.

"It was unforgettable," Ivanka said, kissing Charles on the cheek.

Charles smiled, "Was I kissed by God?"

He said, reaching out to hold the girl's 34C chest. Ivanka, who had not yet married or had children, still maintained a slender figure.

"God, I felt like I was in heaven last night," Ivanka said, brushing her hair and asked, "Are you going to New York today?"

Charles lay flat, staring at the ceiling, and replied, "Yes, I have something to do in New York!"

Ivanka nodded, "I thought you were going back to Los Angeles. I spend most of my time in New York too."

As a top socialite of New York, Ivanka's life was filled with mansions, sports cars, yachts, parties, and travels.

Though she was the Vice President of her family's real estate company, Ivanka had also developed her own fashion brand.

"After graduating from college in '04, I worked as a project manager in the retail expansion department at Forest City Enterprises. At the end of last year, my father appointed me as Vice President of Trump Group," Ivanka said, looking at Charles. "Maybe we could collaborate?"

Ivanka had always been an ambitious woman. Despite having a wealthy father that gave her a high starting point, she always hoped to have her own career.

"Collaborate? Are you planning to make movies?" Charles chuckled and added, "I do have some interest in real estate, but I don't have any ideas at this moment."

The Trump Group was soon to face the impact of the subprime mortgage crisis, and the real estate market would shrink. Charles definitely wouldn't get involved right now.

"I participated in The Apprentice, own my own fashion brand, and studied design," Ivanka looked at Charles. "In Hollywood, with your status, you must have tons of resources. Aren't you interested?"

Charles laughed, "Do you want to be a celebrity like Paris Hilton?"

Hearing the name Paris Hilton, Ivanka's face turned a little dark.

Charles' meaning was clear. Whether it was a reality show or a personal brand, it required a massive fan base and popularity.

Ivanka and Paris Hilton both came from wealthy families, but in terms of influence, Ivanka couldn't hold a candle to Paris Hilton.

After all, the Hilton Group's fame couldn't be compared to the Trump Group, even though the Hilton family had little connection with Hilton Group for a long time.

In terms of assets, the Hilton family combined had less than Donald Trump alone.

And the inheritance left by old Hilton had to be divided among all his children, leaving Paris Hilton with significantly less.

Paris Hilton's father, even if multiplied by ten, couldn't compare to Donald.

However, the Hilton surname was extraordinarily famous, thanks to the Hilton Hotels established by her great-grandfather, and Paris Hilton never left the spotlight growing up.

"Not interested, Paris Hilton and I are not the same type," Ivanka pouted. Despite both being New York socialites, not all socialites were the same.

Ivanka's friends were Upper East Side socialites like the Hearst sisters, unlike Paris Hilton, the entertainment socialite.

"In fact, your father is kind of similar to Paris Hilton. He is half in the entertainment industry," Charles smiled. Donald's fame among American billionaires was definitely top-tier.

Donald's frequent shocking statements and puzzling actions, similar to Paris Hilton's scandalous ways of drawing attention, increased both their visibility and influence.

Ivanka didn't fancy socialites like Paris Hilton, but the things her father often did or said also attracted a lot of attention.

"Alright, let's not dwell on it. Maybe there will be collaborative projects in the future," Charles, feeling aroused, embraced Ivanka again.

"Hmm, Charles, you still want more?" Ivanka was surprised by his actions, remembering how long they went last night.

"Who can resist you? And I'm leaving for New York today," Charles said, pressing onto Ivanka and kissing her. After all, someone like Ivanka wasn't the type to become a mere lover.

Ivanka passionately responded, holding onto Charles's neck. After all, Charles had given her an extraordinary experience.

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