Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Seeing Catherine's somewhat forlorn expression, Owen was slightly taken aback.

Although the other person's words had a Versailles-like quality, Irving still believed them.

Judging from her manner of speaking, Catherine did not seem to be lying.

Rather, I was genuinely exhausted, both physically and mentally.

That's true. Whether you're poor or rich, everyone has their own troubles.

However, the problems of the poor are more difficult to solve, while the problems of the rich are mostly just because they haven't amassed enough profits.

"That sounds like a headache." Irving had barely finished speaking when, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked:

"By the way, Catherine, may I ask what you do? Are you working for a finance company? Or real estate?"

Irving glanced at the luxurious amenities in the room and remarked, "Properties in this area must be expensive, right? This property must be worth at least four or five million US dollars, right?"

"Four or five million US dollars?" Catherine chuckled lightly. "You underestimate these rich people in Miami."

"Don't you usually follow the news?"

Irving looked puzzled: "What does this have to do with the news?"

Catherine smiled and said, "You'll know if you read the news. I'm one of the shareholders of the NBA's Miami Heat. My husband is from China and brought a huge fortune with him when he moved to America."

Most of my current wealth was given to me by him, or rather, I obtained it from him by using some shady means to provide him with protection in exchange for it.

I originally intended to keep half for him, but after finding out he had five or six mistresses and six illegitimate children in China, I didn't give him a single penny.

"Six illegitimate children?"

Irving's lips twitched, and he was deeply shocked.

He truly hadn't expected that the other party's wealth would come from such a way.

Irving had already prepared a variety of compliments in his mind, praising the other party for being smart, capable, insightful, and beautiful, but the other party immediately spoke the truth.

For a moment, Irving didn't know how to begin.

"By the way, you've been talking about my situation the whole time. What about you?" Catherine stood up and took a bottle of red wine from a hidden refrigerator.

After pouring half a glass, he handed it to Irving and asked, "You're not going to be an underground boxer all along, are you?"

"The information says that you were a homeless man before, and by chance, your talent for boxing was discovered, and you became an underground boxer."

"That's how it is." Owen took the glass, took a swig with a hint of frustration, and slowly began to speak:

"To be honest, I only arrived in America a week ago, and for the first two days I was homeless."

"By chance, when I was fighting with some black men, Hudson and his gang discovered my boxing talent, and now I'm an underground boxer..."

Irving spoke frankly, saying he had no intention of hiding anything from the other party.

Given the other party's status and methods, it would probably take less than half an hour to find out his background, so he naturally had no need to hide anything.

Upon hearing about Irving's ordeal, Katherson nodded without asking any further questions.

For her, it was enough to simply understand Irving's background and current situation; asking about other details would be an invasion of privacy.

"In just one week, you went from a homeless man to an underground boxer. I must say, you must be incredibly strong."

As Catherine spoke, she moved closer to Irving, slowly approaching his abs: "I watched your game tonight, your 'Shadowless Kick' was absolutely awesome!"

"Can you tell me how you did that?"

With a smile on her face, Catherine moved closer and closer. Seeing that Owen did not resist, she simply sat on Owen's lap and slowly ran her fingers across his face.

"Um... there's no special technique involved. Maybe it's because I'm naturally stronger and faster..."

"Fast? How fast can it be?" Catherine's hands slowly swept over Owen's abs, then stopped and gently stroked them. "Can I see for myself?"

Looking at Irving's perfect eight-pack abs, Catherine couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"My God, no wonder he's an underground boxer! That curve, those lines... they're even more perfect than those bodybuilders!"

"I thought you Asians couldn't develop such perfect muscles?"

Irving: ? ? ?

Irving had originally planned to just go through the motions with this rich woman tonight and earn a simple overnight fee.

Upon hearing this, Irving's competitive spirit surged up instantly.

Irving felt it was necessary to teach the other person a lesson today!

At the very least, I need to let the other person know what an Eastern man is like!

"Very well, Ms. Catherine, you have successfully provoked my anger." Owen took a deep breath and took off his white shirt.

Seeing Irving's muscular upper body, Catherine's face immediately lit up with excitement.

He couldn't wait to pounce on Irving and started kissing him passionately.

He looked so eager, it was as if he wanted to skin Irving alive.

hiss--

Irving gasped, suddenly feeling a bit short of breath.

He now understands why people often say that women over thirty are like wolves and tigers!

Soon, the scene switched to a paid mode.

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Two hours later.

Luna, who was watching videos in her butler's private duty room, suddenly heard the phone ring.

Upon seeing the incoming call number displayed, Luna instantly perked up and pressed the answer button:

"Hello, Mr. Owen, how can I help you... Ah? Okay, okay, I'll be right there!"

Luna stood up, looking flustered.

She didn't bother to put on a coat, wearing only a thin white shirt on her upper body, and hurried upstairs.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, when she pushed open the door and entered the guest room on the second floor...

Luna was still stunned by the extremely impactful scene before her.

She instinctively covered her mouth to hide her shock, and said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Ms. Catherine, Mr. Owen, perhaps I've come at the wrong time."

"No, you've come at just the right time!" Catherine weakly raised her hand, gesturing for Luna to come over quickly.

"But, Ms. Catherine, you are currently..."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. My whole body aches terribly right now. It's good that you're here, so let me rest for a bit."

Catherine took a deep breath, and after a long pause, slowly said:

"I just don't believe Kyrie Irving doesn't get tired!"

"But, Ms. Catherine, I... I'm not quite ready yet..."

Seeing Ms. Catherine being tormented like this for the first time, Luna felt a little scared and subconsciously took two steps back.

"Luna, do you mean you're unwilling?" Catherine raised an eyebrow slightly, then uttered that classic line:

"If you don't want to, you're fired!"

"Pack your things and leave now."

"No, Ms. Catherine, I do!" Luna's expression changed.

Seeing this, she took a deep breath and immediately turned off the light.