Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Please wait on the second floor. If nothing unexpected happens, Ms. Catherine will be back within half an hour. If you have any questions during this time, you can use any of the landline phones in the house. I will be here all night."

Luna smiled and explained the various facilities in the room to Owen as she spoke.

To be honest, she has dealt with countless unfamiliar customers in the past two years and is already very familiar with this situation.

Most of the unfamiliar customers are white, black, and some Latinos. It is rare to see an Asian person occasionally, but it is not a very surprising thing.

This is Miss Catherine's freedom.

Luna led Owen to the second floor, glanced at the muscle definition visible beneath his shirt, and raised an eyebrow.

However, she didn't say anything about it. After explaining some precautions, she hurriedly left and went to her private butler's room, intending to take a good shower.

Owen didn't sense anything unusual. After seeing Luna off, he closed the door and began to admire the magnificent interior decoration.

After marveling at how well the rich know how to enjoy life, Irving found a shower room and washed up thoroughly to prepare for the upcoming battle.

……

Half an hour later.

Irving was tinkering with what looked like an incredibly high-end coffee machine in his room.

Just then, the door slowly opened.

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Owen?"

Irving turned around and saw a beautiful woman with a flushed face, leaning against the doorway, smiling at him.

She was wearing a black suit dress, oversized black-rimmed glasses, and carrying a pink LV bag that looked very expensive.

Although he looks a bit older, in his thirties.

But under the warm yellow light, Irving could still tell that the beautiful woman in front of him took good care of herself, as her skin was still fair and radiant.

It's obvious at a glance that he gets a lot of injections.

Irving pondered for a moment and said, "Coffee or tea is fine. Could you tell me how to use this machine?"

"Of course." Seeing Owen's slightly youthful face, Catherine smiled broadly:

"But it's already ten o'clock, are you sure you want coffee?"

Despite saying that, Catherine still slowly walked to Owen's side, gave him a flirty wink, and then went to the coffee machine, skillfully pressing a few buttons.

As the coffee machine hummed, Catherine slowly walked up to Owen and smiled gently.

"Please sit down, Mr. Owen. There's no need to be so formal. Although this house is large and has many servants, I usually live here alone."

"You live alone?" Owen was slightly surprised. "You're so successful, how come there's no male head of the household here?"

"Of course not." Catherine smiled slightly, looking at him with a meaningful expression. "There's no male master now, but who knows what will happen in the future."

Hearing the implied meaning in the other person's words, Irving scratched his head awkwardly.

Seeing this, Catherine quickly said, "Alright, Mr. Owen, don't be so nervous, relax."

"There are only the two of us here right now. You can call me Catherine or Ms. Anna."

"Okay, Catherine." Owen decisively chose a more intimate form of address.

Catherine immediately perked up, staggered over to the sofa, and sat down directly.

After letting out a long sigh, she looked up at Owen and beckoned with her finger: "Come sit down."

Irving reluctantly sat down next to Catherine.

Feeling the intense gaze in her eyes, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Catherine, this house is so big, do you live alone? Where's your husband?"

"We're divorced."

Irving: ...

Well, no wonder he's so rich.

Irving paused for a moment, then quickly changed the subject, and the two gradually became acquainted.

After chatting for a while, Catherine became increasingly intoxicated.

Seeing the muscle definition hidden beneath Irving's shirt, she took a deep breath and reached out to touch it.

Seeing that the other party was so direct, Irving's face instantly turned red.

"Oh, darling, you're so adorable." Seeing Owen stiffen and become a little nervous, Catherine leaned on Owen's shoulder, her eyes slightly dreamy, and said:

"Did you know? My first husband was actually an Asian."

He was very good to me back then, and he had a gentle personality. He always put me first.

Honestly, if we disregard his short lifespan, he would be the perfect partner.

Irving paused for a moment, then chuckled softly: "So, that's why you like me?"

"No. I like you because you're so manly, unlike any other Chinese person I've met."

Catherine stood up, sat on Owen's lap, and stroked his angular face, sighing:

"Am I the first woman to take the initiative to show you affection and invite you to spend the night with me?"

"Of course not."

Irving frankly stated, "The first girl to invite me to spend the night with her was a female college student in Miami."

Although Irving knew that telling the truth might anger the other party, he didn't want to lie.

However, Catherine was clearly not angry about this. Instead, she leaned close to Owen's face, kissing him while asking curiously:

"What do you think of that female college student? Is she pretty?"

"Yes," Irving replied truthfully, "She's Mexican, young, beautiful, and understanding."

"Unfortunately, the burdens of life weighed heavily on her, and in her life, love and impulse seemed more like a seasoning than a necessity."

"She seems to be a smart woman." Catherine kissed Owen's lips, and when she heard the coffee machine beep, she got off Owen.

I went to the coffee machine and made two simple cappuccinos.

After handing one of the glasses to Owen, she sat down next to him and said with some emotion, "Compared to her, I'm not a smart woman."

"Despite inheriting such a large fortune, it's a pity that I'm still very busy with work to maintain it, and I simply can't find the time to do what I love."

"How could that be?" Owen took a sip of coffee and instinctively retorted.

"With so much wealth, how could you possibly have any worries?"

"Oh, darling, who says rich people don't have worries?"

Catherine downed her coffee in one gulp, then went to the window and remarked, "People from every social class have their own worries, but because of the different social classes they belong to, the worries are also very different."

"For example, if I want to maintain my wealth, I must have a voice."

"To have a voice and power, one must support a proxy and participate in politics."