Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

midnight.

wow-

Irving pushed open the glass door on the second floor, looked at the dimly lit downtown Miami in the distance, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

Inside the room, Ms. Catherine had already fallen into a deep sleep.

As for the housekeeper Luna, because she was young and had good physical strength, she was able to barely manage to get to the shower room to wash up.

Recalling what had just happened, Irving couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Luckily, I'm physically strong, otherwise I really wouldn't have lasted this long against two opponents.

Just as Irving was smoking and enjoying the tranquility of the night.

Luna, who had already washed up, came out.

"Luna? You haven't left yet?"

"What? You can't bear to part with me?" Luna opened a bottle of soda, took a sip, and smiled slightly.

"I think it's because you can't bear to part with me." Recalling his earlier madness, Irving smiled knowingly.

Luna showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, she raised an eyebrow and challenged him:

"What, are you still immersed in the 'dear master' role from just now?"

"I've regained some energy. Shall we go back inside and continue?"

"Oh, please spare me," Owen said, raising his hands and laughing.

To be honest, Catherine and Luna are really good at playing games.

If Irving hadn't watched so many movies online, he really wouldn't have known that one-on-two could be played like this.

"Are you sure you want me to let you off the hook?" Luna leaned closer to Owen, blinked, and said, "Don't blame me for not warning you, there are quite a few people in Miami who want to come here."

"You're a good catch, and you're physically strong. Are you sure you don't want to work hard and try to stay here?"

"Haha, come on, I don't have that much ability. An occasional instance might be considered indulgence, but if it happens too often, Catherine and you will eventually get tired of it," Owen said frankly.

"Instead of doing that, it's better to take a good rest and return to normal life tomorrow morning."

Seeing that Owen was so lucid, unlike any other man who had come here before, Luna was immediately surprised.

"I didn't realize you were so clear-headed." Luna reached out and snatched the cigarette from Owen's fingers, took a deep breath, then exhaled, gazing at the bustling office buildings in the distance.

"But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, are you sure you don't want to give it a try?"

"How do we try it?" Irving asked, turning his head away.

Luna took another deep drag of her cigarette and looked Owen up and down.

She then gently exhaled a puff of smoke toward Owen's face. "You may not know this, but Ms. Catherine owns a film company and is currently preparing a new movie."

With your appearance, qualifications, and eloquence, I think you are perfectly capable of playing a good role in it.

Given the current trends in America, Black, Latino, and Asian people are easily welcomed by the market!

Don't worry, if you're willing, I guarantee I can make you a star within two years... no, within a year!

"Sorry, I don't think I, an illegal immigrant, can become an actor." Owen shook his head, politely declining the offer.

"Well, that's a real shame." Luna said with some disappointment, stubbing out her cigarette and throwing it into the trash can in the corner, jokingly adding:

"If you can enter the film and television industry, you will definitely bring a different kind of impact to the market. You know, Hollywood is in a slump right now, and it has been a long time since we have seen any real superstars."

"Sorry, I really have no interest in acting," Owen said again.

But then, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked:

"But Luna, do you know anyone who can process Social Security cards?"

"Of course," Luna replied without hesitation. "The newly appointed mayor of Miami is Ms. Catherine's spokesperson. You want to have a legitimate citizenship? No problem."

"Really?!" Owen was slightly taken aback, but after a moment, his initial excitement subsided.

He noticed that Luna's expression held a hint of smugness.

"I can help you with this, but you have to promise me one thing on the condition that you agree to it," Luna said bluntly without trying to hide anything.

"What's wrong?" Irving took a deep breath, somewhat nervous.

"Miss Catherine owns a film and television company and has been struggling to find a male lead. If you agree to help me get the role, I'll help you get your legal status sorted out. How about it?"

"Are you kidding me?" Irving was amused by the other person's words.

"You mean I'll play the male lead in a movie for you, and in return, I'll not only get paid, but I'll also help resolve my legal immigration status?"

"That's right, that's exactly it!" Luna nodded earnestly.

Seeing that the other party was not joking, Owen stepped forward and gently touched Luna's forehead.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Luna asked, looking puzzled.

"I think she might have a fever." Owen smiled helplessly. "Luna, do you know? There's a saying in my hometown—there's no such thing as a free lunch."

You're suddenly being so nice to me; I'm sure there's something else waiting for me.

"Speak, state your conditions."

"Conditions?" Seeing Owen's serious expression, Luna chuckled:

"There aren't many conditions. You're so good-looking, so strong, and a well-known underground boxer. Those three points alone are enough."

However, if you really want to compete for this role, my nod is not enough.

We also need Ms. Catherine's support.

"So, I not only need to conquer you, but also Ms. Catherine?" Owen asked.

"Of course," Luna nodded.

The next second, she saw Owen rush up to her and hug her tightly.

"What are you doing?" Feeling Owen's strong and imposing body, Luna subconsciously went limp.

Even so, she braced herself and frowned, saying, "Owen, don't do anything rash. I just finished washing up and was about to go to bed. Besides, I haven't replied to my boyfriend's message yet..."

"You have a boyfriend?" Owen was slightly taken aback when he heard Luna say that.

He always thought Luna was still single and was a personal housekeeper for many people.

Judging from the experience just now, the road was a bit crowded, and no one had passed by for a long time.

Since you have a boyfriend, then you were just being crazy...

After figuring this out, Irving's lips twitched.

I couldn't help but feel impressed by the openness of these white girls in America.

Although Irving had been mentally prepared for this beforehand, experiencing it firsthand still left him somewhat shocked and unable to accept it.

"What? You've lost interest in me just because I have a boyfriend?"

Feeling Owen loosen his grip, Luna quickly moved closer, teasing, "We're not married yet, you're not afraid I'll dump my boyfriend and cling to you, are you?"