Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Upon learning that a wealthy woman wanted to see him, Irving tactfully stood up and walked out of the lounge.

Hudson and Bourne were stunned by his decisive and efficient attitude.

"Hey, Bourne!" Having just stepped out of the lounge, and seeing that Bourne hadn't followed, Irving turned back and quickly waved.

"What are you waiting for? Quickly take me to a bathroom and find me some clothes that fit!"

Hudson: ...

Bourne: ...

Half an hour later, Irving, dressed in a suit, arrived at the VIP room on the top floor of the bar.

As soon as Irving entered the private room, a female assistant walked in with a smile, handed him a gold business card with both hands, and then introduced him:

"Hello, Mr. Owen, Ms. Catherine praised your boxing skills and would like to be your friend."

Irving took the business card, nodded, and replied, "Hello, hello, Ms. Catherine, you flatter me. May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Hathaway, and I'm Ms. Catherine's assistant."

With that, Hathaway opened the door to the private room and gestured for Owen to come out.

"What is this?" Owen asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Oh, that's how it is, sir," Hathaway began to explain:

"Ms. Catherine had to leave shortly afterward, but she asked me to invite you to her home. Would you do me the honor?"

Before even meeting, she's already asking to come to my house... Seriously, are all rich women this blunt?

"Of course, but can I contact Hudson first?" Irving wasn't blinded by the rich woman's invitation and remained cautious.

"Please go ahead, sir." Hathaway said succinctly, smiling slightly, and stood aside without any intention of stopping her.

Seeing this, Irving quickly took out his phone and sent Hudson a text message.

Irving: Ms. Catherine invited me to her house, Hudson. Do you think I should accept? Is there any danger involved?

Hudson: You're not going to take such a great opportunity? Dude, what are you thinking!

Irving: I don't know, what if she has designs on me... you know.

Hudson: Oh, Shit! You're acting so innocent now? You weren't this shameless when you asked for Emily's contact information.

Hudson: Don't worry, man, that old woman will just play around with you and throw you some money. If you don't want to go, I can go for you, really...

Irving: Got it, don't worry, buddy. If I don't satisfy her, I'll definitely recommend you.

Hudson: Emoji (raising the middle finger)

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Twenty minutes later, Owen, accompanied by Hathaway, got into a Cadillac and drove away from the bar.

This was Irving's first time actually driving around the streets of Miami. The scenery outside the window was captivating, with neon lights flashing and all sorts of passersby chatting and laughing.

For a moment, looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, Irving recalled the days when he drove a Hummer recklessly in GTA VC, robbing banks at the drop of a hat, and outsmarting the Miami police.

I really miss those days!

Unfortunately, you can't do that in reality, because it would really kill people.

In reality, Miami police officers aren't that rigid. If they see an illegal immigrant committing a crime, they might just yell at you and then empty their magazines.

After driving north for about half an hour, the traffic around us began to gradually decrease.

Not long after, the vehicle finally came to a slow stop at a dock.

Seeing Hathaway get out of the car, Irving followed suit and opened the car door.

Upon seeing the sign for the small pier in front of him, Irving realized that he had arrived in Fort Lauderdale.

Fort Lauderdale is one of Miami's most famous affluent neighborhoods, often referred to as the "Venice of America."

It can be described as the richest of the rich.

In Fort Lauderdale, almost every mansion has a private berth for a boat and a small yacht.

If the homeowner wishes, they can travel anywhere from their private mooring berth in their own yard.

Led by Hexer, Irving boarded a yacht from the dock.

Looking at the yacht's interior, complete with refrigerators, televisions, sofas, double beds, and all sorts of amenities, resembling a house at sea, Owen couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Sure enough, these rich people really know how to have fun.

Compared to a yacht, even the most luxurious car pales in comparison.

Irving walked out of the cabin and onto the deck of the yacht. He glanced several times toward the driver's seat before noticing a black driver standing there.

If it weren't for the black driver turning his head and grinning to reveal his signature big white teeth, Irving would have thought the yacht was autonomous.

After driving for a short while on the river, Irving saw villas and houses standing on the water on both sides.

Most of the houses were lit up, magnificent, and looked extremely luxurious.

Along the way, he would occasionally encounter several patrol boats flashing red and blue lights.

Unlike the patrol officers he encountered elsewhere in Miami, the officers on the patrol boats here were exceptionally friendly. They would even give him a salute and smile broadly when they met him.

A dozen minutes later, the small yacht, whistling through the air, stopped in front of a detached villa on the sea, numbered 969.

As soon as the ship docked at the private pier, two black security guards in black suits rushed over.

Upon seeing Irving's unfamiliar face, the security guard immediately perked up.

"Relax, this is a guest invited by Ms. Catherine."

After Hathaway disembarked at the dock and told the security guard, she took out a special cell phone from her pocket.

I opened the app, entered a password, and the next second, the security door of the mansion opened automatically.

After gesturing for Owen to go inside, Hathaway then left.

As soon as he entered the gate, Irving saw a young woman in her twenties wearing glasses, a black suit, and with a head of black curly hair coming out of the house.

Irving was about to greet her, assuming she was Ms. Catherine, when she unexpectedly extended her hand and introduced herself to Irving first.

"Hello, Mr. Owen. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Linda Luna, Miss Catherine's housekeeper. You may call me Luna."

"My main responsibility is Miss Catherine's personal affairs, such as the daily cleaning of the house, the organization of banquets, and the replenishment of daily necessities, etc."

"Hello, Miss Luna." Owen shook hands with her and began to examine her appearance.

Her makeup was exquisite, she had golden eyes, a few freckles on her face, and her perfume was very strong, clearly meant to mask her body odor.

She gets an 8.5 out of 10 for looks, but her great figure adds another 0.5 points.

If that rich woman, Ms. Catherine, looked like that, Irving believed he would be willing to stay with her even if she didn't pay him.

Unfortunately, the attributes of being beautiful and rich are generally incompatible.

"Hello, Mr. Owen, please come this way with me."

Luna smiled, her heart unmoved by Owen's undisguised scrutiny.