Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 130 The Charm of a Rich Woman

The large truck slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The driver jumped out of the cab with his face covered in blood.

His face was unusually calm, without a trace of the panic and helplessness that a perpetrator should have. Instead, his gaze was extremely firm and indifferent.

Upon seeing a black driver covered in blood and looking disheveled crawl out of the Mercedes, the truck driver rushed forward without hesitation.

While reassuring the driver, he took the opportunity to observe the situation inside the Mercedes.

When the truck driver saw that little Walter, sitting in the back seat, was still alive and groaning softly, he didn't hesitate at all and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

He aimed at Little Walter's head and fired two shots!

Upon hearing the gunshot, the Black driver paused for a moment, then instinctively tried to turn and flee.

But as soon as he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Seeing the warm blood gushing from his chest, the Black driver's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Before he could even say two words, he was riddled with bullets on the spot.

After dealing with the Black driver and Walter, the truck driver did not leave immediately.

Instead, he cautiously approached the passenger seat and fired two more shots at Mike, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

After confirming that the three men were dead, he turned back to the truck, took out a gasoline can, and poured it on the Mercedes.

With a loud "bang," flames instantly engulfed the Mercedes-Benz.

Meanwhile, in the Miami Police Department's interrogation room.

In the dimly lit room, two police officers sat opposite Irving, their faces serious.

"Name?"

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"Profession?"

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Seeing that Irving remained silent no matter how they questioned him, the two officers immediately became angry.

"Hey, listen up, if you want to prove your innocence, you'd better cooperate with us, understand?"

Irving glanced at the two officers, took a deep breath, and calmly said, "I have the right to remain silent. I will not comment or answer any of your questions or accusations until my lawyer arrives."

Upon hearing this, the two officers exchanged a glance and were immediately at a loss for words.

To be honest, what they hate most is handling cases involving actors, directors, and singers.

Generally speaking, these people in the entertainment industry have intricate relationships behind them.

Even if they manage to extract some information, their backers will soon intervene, either releasing the person or demanding exorbitant bail in the face of charges, after which the case is dropped.

Therefore, without clear evidence, they really don't have any effective methods against these celebrities.

Just as the two officers were pondering how to proceed with their questioning...

The interrogation room door suddenly opened, and the supervisor standing at the door gestured for the two men to come out, leaving only Owen with his hands cuffed, quietly waiting in the interrogation room.

Looking at the walls made of soft sponge, Irving tilted his head back and leaned against the cold chair, looking utterly bewildered.

He thought the entertainment industry might be very complicated.

But he never imagined it would be so complicated!

He had only acted in one movie, but unexpectedly, because the movie became a hit, he was framed by others.

When the police arrived at the hotel and pulled flour out of his bathrobe, Irving was stunned.

He then realized that the two elderly white men he had met earlier in the hot spring area, whether they had offered him a ride or deliberately attracted his attention, were all trying to slip that small bag of flour into his pocket without him noticing.

Then, with the help of the Miami Police Department, he easily disposed of himself.

Irving could already foresee tomorrow morning's headlines: "A recently popular male actor was arrested in a hotel for 'drug use'!"

Imagining the potential impact on the film's box office and the subsequent rapid decline in his reputation, Irving felt a headache coming on as he envisioned Mr. Walter Jr. sitting in his office, raging.

Just when Irving was feeling hopeless.

The two officers who had just left re-entered the interrogation room.

However, the two men had complex expressions, completely lacking the arrogance and smugness they had displayed during the interrogation.

Hearing a "click" as the handcuffs in front of him were unlocked, Owen blinked, momentarily confused about what the other person meant.

After a moment of stunned silence, Irving scratched his head and tentatively asked, "Is the interrogation over?"

"It's over," a police officer replied.

Seeing this, Irving took a deep breath, got up, and walked out of the interrogation room.

They walked straight toward the temporary detention area.

But before he could take two steps, a sheriff in a tan uniform with a full beard suddenly appeared out of nowhere, blocking Owen's path with a polite smile: "Mr. Owen, we have investigated your case. You were framed. You may leave now."

"Now? Leave?"

"That's right." The sheriff smiled.

Irving stood there, stunned, his face full of confusion and questions.

The sheriff glanced at the officer beside him.

The officers immediately understood and left one by one.

Seeing this, he pulled Owen to a corner and whispered, "Don't worry, Ms. Catherine has already taken care of your matter. Besides, Ms. Catherine is waiting for you outside now."

"We hope you can tell her after you get out that the Broward County Sheriff's Office is very grateful for her donation—"

Upon hearing the explanation, Irving finally realized the situation and quickly nodded.

Although his face remained calm, a storm raged within him.

In just a few hours, he plummeted from the clouds to the ground, and was arrested by a group of police officers without knowing why.

Just when he thought he had been framed, would be fiercely criticized by netizens, and would be sidelined by Walter, with no hope for his future, things took an unexpected turn for the better, and Catherine managed to get him out of the police station.

Such a drastic change would leave most people stunned for a long time.

But Irving had already composed himself as soon as he left the police station.

Seeing the Bentley parked next to the police station, Irving took a deep breath and slowly walked over.

As he approached, Irving noticed that the rear door was open.

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Catherine." Owen greeted Catherine, who was sitting in the back seat, politely before getting into the car.

Unlike their last meeting, Catherine's makeup was impeccable today. She wore a black work dress, and her transparent high heels sparkled with crystals, giving her a luxurious look. She also wore a black scarf around her neck.

Under the light, you could vaguely see a wrinkle at the corner of her eye, but her skin was still fair and moisturized.

Although she is over thirty years old, Catherine is very well-maintained and exudes an aura of wealth.

At this moment, Catherine was looking at him meaningfully, slowly leaning forward and giving him a slight smile.

Seeing this scene, Irving was filled with emotion.

Is this the allure of a rich woman?

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