Chapter 141: Minotaur Warrior

After sending that all-purpose reply tailored for the conversational context, Li Lekang waited in silence for a moment. Just as he assumed the conversation had hit a dead end, she sent back: "Sometimes, I feel incredibly tired."

Seeing a message like that, Li knew her guard as a stranger was starting to lower. He replied, "Tonight could be a time for sharing stories."

She responded, "I don't know! Why would I tell these things to a man much younger than me!"

Li said, "I can tell you my troubles first, then you tell me your secrets. Deal?"

"I want you to tell me your secrets, and then I will decide how much I share based on how good they are!"

She was a woman accustomed to holding power and taking the initiative. Yet, this was precisely what made so many men obsessed with her; in the eyes of some sycophants, she could be the female president or even an empress, and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch!

Seeing this, Li replied, "Actually, I'm a wizard."

He refused to play by the rules!

When Ivanka saw this, she laughed out loud. For some reason, if he hadn't said anything, she would have been suspicious, but now that he admitted it, she felt he was just teasing her.

"I'm very curious about your scope of definition for a wizard," she replied, being quite rigorous.

"Turning paper into banknotes, silk scarves into roses—things like that."

"That doesn't count. That's a magician."

"Walking without touching the ground, making my head glow?"

"That's a cartoon," she laughed, typing away on her phone.

"Moving objects with my mind, walking through walls."

"Can you really do that?" She started to become curious.

"It's your turn to speak, Ms. Trump. That was our deal!" Li addressed her by her father's surname, completely ignoring her husband—no one cared anyway!

Ivanka clearly didn't mind. She had already entered the game: "I have a mountain of troubles, and I don't know where to start. My friends have cut ties with me, my family doesn't understand me, and my stepmother is constantly playing power games with me."

She began to pour out her frustrations, but Li didn't want that kind of rhythm—it would only make the woman see him as a trash can for her negative emotions. He had to interrupt: "No, no, no! I want to hear secrets!"

"Things you want to do, your ambitions, things you wouldn't dare tell anyone else... I want to hear those inspiring thoughts. Perhaps I can help you achieve them!"

Those who constantly listen to a woman's negative venting often end up as mere emotional backups or sycophants; those who help a woman explore new worlds are the ones who ultimately conquer her.

He wouldn't belabor the point. Li brought her into his rhythm, and they chatted back and forth. Ivanka shared some secrets, such as her desire to remain young and beautiful forever to make her stepmother feel inferior, and how she had truly considered running for president, having spent plenty of time issuing orders from the White House offices in the past.

She shared these ambitious thoughts with great enthusiasm. Despite just meeting, they had broken through the barriers and brought their relationship closer.

As they chatted later, they found typing too tiring and simply switched to a phone call. It wasn't until two or three in the morning, when she said she was tired and finally went quiet, that Li hung up the phone.

The next day, Li woke up refreshed, went for a run around the estate, and walked the dogs. In the morning, he accompanied Chloe surfing and rode jet skis, enjoying a carefree vacation. By noon, after grabbing a bite to eat, Li received a message from Ivanka.

She invited him to play golf in the afternoon.

Thinking he had nothing else to do, he dressed sharply and headed to the appointment. However, upon arrival, he realized this wasn't the fast-paced, illicit romantic rendezvous he had imagined, as her husband and several friends were also there—all wealthy people with plenty of leisure time.

After meeting, Ivanka introduced Li and boasted about his miraculous golf skills, piquing everyone's curiosity. Li then performed a few tricks for them on the spot. Yesterday, with Woods and Trump present, he hadn't wanted to be too ostentatious to avoid embarrassing the big shots, but now that it was just a group of young people, he went wild!

Eagles, double eagles, and the most outrageous hole-in-one!

One flashy move after another! It seemed as though the golf ball had magic in his hands; he could do whatever he wanted with it.

"Did you see that?"

"I told you he was amazing!"

Ivanka showered Li with praise, while her husband, standing nearby, pursed his lips. His dissatisfaction with Li was obvious. Although they had no direct conflict, there was an inexplicable, intuitive male rivalry brewing.

Li didn't like this feeling; it ruined the mood! Besides, Ivanka wanted him to teach her his techniques, and having her husband hovering nearby was clearly an obstacle. So, he secretly cast a curse on the husband, a negative effect that would cause dizziness and confusion.

Sure enough, shortly after, the husband excused himself, citing physical discomfort. He didn't appear again for the rest of the day.

Now, Li could safely teach the "Great Princess" how to hit the metaphysical drives he performed. He channeled his power into her as she swung the club. This time, Ivanka managed a drive of over 250 yards. That kind of power was already at the level of a professional male player.

Of course, power wasn't everything; control and precision were the core metrics of a professional.

So, Li continued, "The most critical factor is actually this golf ball infused with magic!"

He solemnly handed the golf ball to Ivanka. Ivanka smiled as she received it with honor. To the onlookers, this was merely a symbolic gesture. But in her heart, she vaguely felt that this man was up to something—perhaps, just as he claimed, he really did possess special abilities or magic.

"Now, stand your ground and prepare for your beautiful shot!"

Ivanka set her stance, channeled the power into her waist, and swung. The ball shivered and flew, tracing a high arc. Everyone’s eyes followed the trajectory. As it flew lower, it cleared the rough, hit the ground, bounced twice, and rolled onto the green!

"Wow! That’s incredible!"

"A perfect shot!"

"Well done, Ivanka!"

Her friends cheered, and even Ivanka herself felt a tingling sensation on her scalp! To be honest, she wasn't particularly good at golf—just a casual player—and she had never experienced this kind of mystical control before.

"Congratulations on discovering this joy!"

Li applauded from the side, his words carrying a deeper meaning. Ivanka looked at him with wonder. Connecting this to their conversation from last night about wizards and spells, the speculation in her mind was churning.

But she didn't speak of it in front of others. Setting aside whether anyone would believe such absurd claims, she wouldn't have said anything anyway because she had weighed the pros and cons! A smart woman already knew that if she spoke of it, the joy of a shared secret between the two of them would vanish, and for a man, it might even be seen as a breach of trust.

Although nothing improper had happened between them, influenced by high society and the corridors of power, she knew better than most how to leverage advantages. As long as the value was high enough, moral boundaries could be appropriately adjusted.