Chapter 172: Controlling Body and Mind

[Chapter 172: Controlling Body and Mind]

In a hotel room, Ivanka watched as Ian fiddled with the camera aimed at the window.

He carefully switched lenses and pointed it across the way.

In the opposite room, the curtains were only half-drawn, and Ivanka could see vague shadows moving inside.

She squinted, and it became clear that an older man was entangled on the sofa with a beautiful woman.

Ivanka asked in confusion, "Who is he?"

Ian didn't look back as he explained, "Alexander Jenkins, a respected figure at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences."

Ivanka suddenly understood. "The Oscars?"

Ian nodded slightly. "I'm working on getting CBS the broadcasting rights for the Oscars. This guy has good connections with ABC... they couldn't seal the deal before, but he's still trying to help them out. If I can lock him down, half the battle for the broadcasting rights is won; the rest is up to others."

Ivanka stared at Ian in shock. "Is this really how you do business?"

Ian laughed lightly. "It might ruffle some feathers, but it's definitely effective."

The camera started rolling, focusing on the opposite room.

Ian stepped back and looked at Ivanka.

He nodded, saying, "You know it's always easier to ruin someone's reputation than to uplift them, right? To promote someone, you need to go on and on about them, brainwashing the public. But to tarnish someone's image? Just one scandal will do. If that's not enough, throw in another!"

Ivanka gaped at Ian.

Although she was aware of many questionable things Ian had done, she still didn't truly understand him, especially the behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

But today, she saw it all.

Ian Carr wanted the Oscar broadcasting rights, so he planned to take down the opposition leader while potentially giving himself a juicy story on the side...

It was outrageous!

She stared at Ian for some time before saying, "This isn't a coincidence, is it?"

It was both a coincidence and not.

Ian had indeed received some leads from Ivor Clemens about Alexander Jenkins, but they were still vague. Ivor had given him direction; the rest was up to him to uncover.

The camera was rolling, and Ian had wrapped his arm around Ivanka's voluptuous waist, looking at her sweet face as he smiled, "Does it matter?"

Seeing Ian's hand rest on her waist, Ivanka shook her head gently. "No, Ian, I'm not that kind of woman."

Ian chuckled as he leaned in slightly, kissing her cheek. "It's not casual, baby; we're talking business. What was it you mentioned earlier? Advertising?"

As he spoke, he pressed his body against Ivanka's, gently turning her to look at the older man in the window.

The provocative scene before them made Ivanka's heart race, and she also sensed a change in Ian.

He stood behind her, holding her waist, one hand rising while the other explored.

Ivanka felt her heart soar.

He knew how to do this...

The internal excitement ignited in her, every move Ian made resonated with her sentiments.

She squinted her eyes, still trying to fight against it: "I'm not here to be your plaything, Ian Carr."

"But you wouldn't want this to be a transaction, would you?" Ian lightly licked her earlobe.

That was her sensitive spot.

Ivanka trembled. "Of course not. You know, I'm conflicted, Ian. My father really does want to use me to get to you; I want to resist, but I also don't..."

Can you understand that kind of conflict?

Ian's hand had begun to roam over Ivanka's chest, skillfully undoing the zipper of her dress while his left eye instinctively sparkled.

This woman was somewhat tough; it might not work without a little hypnosis. The key was that Ian didn't plan to waste too much time on her -- the longer they spent together, the higher her demands would rise.

He had to squash her political ambitions!

Beautiful girl, just surrender to me!

Under Ian's gaze, Ivanka began to lose herself.

She stared dreamily at Ian, this man who was already so impressive in her eyes now looked incredibly captivating.

His movements were soft and soothing; each action seemed to strike at the heart.

His light blue eyes sparkled with charm, his slightly upturned lips displayed a confidence that drew her in.

This was the man she liked!

Handsome, powerful, capable!

Ian had pinned Ivanka against the window.

He embraced her from behind, his hands resting naturally on her chest, their faces almost touching.

Then Ivanka let out a soft murmur, lost in the warmth of his masculine presence.

Ian kept his hands busy, caressing her gently.

His deep voice, filled with a magnetic charm, resonated, "I completely understand you. This is not a transaction; I won't make any promises, but considering my affection for you, I'd genuinely like to do something for you."

"Do what?" Ivanka slightly squinted her eyes, trying to lean back further into Ian's embrace, wanting to lose herself completely.

Ian chuckled softly, "That depends on what comes next -- if your father can be a little softer..."

As he spoke, he exerted a bit of pressure.

Rip!

Ivanka clutched her chest, the cool breeze unexpectedly brought her back to reality, but just as quickly, she fell back into the haze.

She stared blankly at the steamy scene directly across, her inner passion surging even stronger.

She whispered, "Don't mention him; I hate him. This is not for him!"

With that, she suddenly turned toward Ian, her bright eyes gleaming, "It's for myself!"

Ian smiled.

He leaned in, kissing her fragrant lips. "That's more like it, baby."

With that, he swept Ivanka up in his arms, carrying her toward the bed.

"Ah! Ian Carr... I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!" Ivanka breathed out, her eyes filled with excitement, a flurry of emotions washing over her.

...

Later,

Ivanka lay content in Ian's embrace.

Her beautiful body was now fully visible, especially her long legs, which made Ian particularly satisfied.

Even though Ian wasn't planning to elevate Trump, he still had to be cautious of historical momentum, especially since he would never let Trump be associated with the Jews.

Her political value was extremely high!

Because of this, Ian had an additional utilitarian mindset regarding Ivanka beyond mere physical needs.

That set her apart from other girls.

Therefore, Ian's approach with Ivanka was to utilize psychological tactics, he had to turn her into his ally.

The first step in manipulation was to undermine her confidence.

"Do you know? To me, your father's pursuits are meaningless." he said softly.

Ivanka stared at him in shock. "What do you mean?"

Ian smiled. "America has never just been in the hands of the president; it's driven by a massive conglomeration of interests. Standing in the limelight makes you a target; sometimes it's better to work behind the scenes. After all, a president can only serve for eight years, while the puppet masters can control things for a lifetime."

Ivanka certainly understood this.

Her bright, shining eyes sparkled, "But the president still holds power; some things can only be accomplished by becoming president!"

Ian gently lifted Ivanka's chin. "That's only because you haven't thought of better methods. I'm different; I don't need to complicate things or face voters every day making unattainable promises that put me in the spotlight... I don't need that kind of power to get everything I want."

He looked at Ivanka, chuckling softly, "Just like you!"

Those words made Ivanka feel a strange sense of humiliation.

She wanted to be angry, but looking into Ian's eyes, she felt herself sinking once more.

Then she noticed tears falling from Ian's eyes.

Ivanka felt a flicker of surprise. "What's wrong?"

Ian smiled, "Just crocodile tears, don't worry, baby. Now, let's lighten the mood; I'd like some special services..."

Getting into bed with a beautiful woman wasn't hard, but getting those special services could be quite the challenge.

So, to truly win Ivanka over, Ian needed to overpower her both mentally and physically, making her willingly give him everything.

The more a woman gives for you, the harder it is for her to walk away!

So for a girl from a wealthy family, making her suffer indignities was the best means of devotion.

At that moment Ian pressed down on Ivanka again. Ivanka instinctively wanted to resist, but looking at Ian, she found herself unable to voice any objections.

She felt herself drowning, drowning in Ian Carr's domineering and unreasonable allure.

Yet she couldn't help but love it.

So she couldn't hold back her racing heart any longer and breathed, "I'd do anything for you, Ian!!!"

Ian breathed back, "That's right, just like that!"

For you, I could keep up the hypnosis.

To control you, and my group will serve me!

This is perfect.

So Ian quickly began a new round of manipulation.

Just then, Ian suddenly looked up at the next room.

Excitement twinkled in his eyes, "Wow!"

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