Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Keep going! Don't stop!"

"..." Upon hearing Irving's request, Beyoncé was slightly speechless.

Well, liking feet isn't such a strange fetish.

Beyoncé took a deep breath and immediately began to seduce Irving.

When Beyoncé saw that Irving had downed another glass of whiskey and seemed a little drunk, her eyes lit up.

After a while, she leaned down beside Owen, gave a soft hum, and asked:

"Sir, even though you're Asian, you're incredibly handsome!"

"He's alright, only slightly more handsome than Tom Cruise."

Realizing that Beyoncé was clearly trying to lower his guard and was starting to take control of the conversation, Irving instantly became alert.

After some thought, he decided to follow up on the other party's question and see what they were really up to.

"Tom Cruise? Sir, you're quite confident." Beyoncé covered her mouth and laughed, then threw herself into Owen's arms.

Beyoncé poured two more glasses of wine into Irving's drink. He was already swaying and looked quite drunk, and his hands started to wander.

Beyoncé then waved to the two dancers on the stage behind her.

After the two left, she leaned close to Owen and whispered, "Handsome, do you know Ms. Catherine?"

"Who?" Irving swayed unsteadily, his hands moving non-stop, but he pretended to be stupid.

"The top ten richest people in Miami." Beyoncé frowned slightly, then immediately asked with a smile:

"I just heard that Ms. Catherine was so impressed with you that she spent a fortune making a movie to make you famous..."

"Shh—keep it down, the movie hasn't even started filming yet."

Seeing that the other party was indeed up to something, Irving suppressed his surprise and tried to act unsteadily, behaving like a drunkard.

"OK, so that means it's true?"

When Irving began to answer her questions, Beyoncé immediately smiled.

"You're amazing! This is the first time I've ever met a movie actor."

At this moment, she disregarded Owen's physical advances, took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and quickly got to the point:

"I'm really curious about what movie you made. Could you tell me a brief summary of the plot?"

"Of course!" Irving waved his hand.

But he realized it the next second.

He recalled that the director and screenwriter had emphasized this point more than once during the script discussion.

Although the script they received was a first draft and would be subject to further revisions, it was all classified information!

Even everyone present signed a confidentiality agreement.

If you violate this rule, you could be kicked out of the production crew at best, or have to pay an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract at worst!

Thinking of this, Owen's mind immediately cleared, and he quickly pretended to be drunk, collapsing onto the sofa and complaining, "But I can't remember."

"By the way, I can't say. I signed a confidentiality agreement. If I do, I'll be breaking the contract..."

"..." Her mouth was quite tight.

Beyoncé was slightly speechless. After a moment's thought, she continued, "Well then, have you been to Ms. Catherine's house?"

"I'm a little curious, what's it like for one of Miami's top ten richest people to live in? Does she live in a castle?"

Upon hearing the question, Irving's lips twitched, and he suddenly realized what was going on.

That's it!

He had been wondering why Beyoncé, who worked as a housekeeper in Ms. Catherine's house, would come to this Paradise Club to work as a dancer.

But now, the two questions Beyoncé asked made Irving realize something.

The reason she works as a dancer here is most likely not because she is forced by life, but to test me.

There must be a conspiracy behind this!

It's highly likely that this was a "trap" set up by a wealthy person of Catherine's caliber to test those around her.

Thinking of this, Owen immediately had an idea. He shook his head and, feigning drunkenness, replied, "It's not a castle, just an ordinary villa."

"A villa? Can you describe what's inside?" Beyoncé's eyes lit up as she pressed for an answer.

"I forgot."

"..."

Irving shook his hand, looking somewhat impatient.

As if she had made up her mind, Beyoncé opened the drawer next to the sofa and took out a bag.

Irving glanced inside and saw that the transparent mesh bag contained a lot of things: hand sanitizer, skincare products, antibacterial wipes, and other daily necessities.

Wait, what's that? A little blue pill?

Goodness, there are so many little blue umbrellas?

This club seems to be quite high-end.

Just as Irving was occasionally swinging his arms and pretending to be drunk.

He saw Beyoncé quickly wash her hands with hand sanitizer, then pick up antibacterial wipes and a small blue umbrella and move closer to him.

Irving wisely refrained from asking further questions and continued to feign drunkenness.

Seeing this, Beyoncé moved closer to Irving, constantly making physical contact and teasing him.

"Hey, stop doing that, you're making me feel really uncomfortable," Owen said, swaying slightly.

Seeing this, Beyoncé laughed and said, "Sir, who told you not to satisfy my curiosity?"

"How about this? Just tell me where Ms. Catherine's house is and how many security guards she has, and I'll grant your wish. What do you say?"

"No problem!" Owen said, panting, and started making things up. "Catherine and I have known each other since we were little. We grew up together, and her house was right next to mine."

"Just an ordinary villa, with two dogs, four sheep, and five bulls in front..."

"..." If I hadn't been there myself, I would have believed it!

Realizing that Irving wasn't telling the truth, Beyoncé couldn't hold back any longer. She shook off Irving's hands, stood up, and stormed off.

Upon seeing this, Irving immediately burst into laughter.

Luckily, I took precautions!

Trying to use a seductive tactic to extract information? That's incredibly simplistic!

Irving continued to pretend to be drunk for a while longer.

Seeing that no one had come into the room for a long time, he slowly sat up and rubbed his head.

After looking around and confirming that there were no cameras in the private room.

Owen then took his phone out of his pocket and sent Tina a message saying he wouldn't be going home today.

Tina: Not coming back again? Ayesha and I finally went to Victoria's Secret today and picked out a pretty nightgown...

Irving: Victoria's Secret?! What a pity, I really have something to do here, otherwise I would definitely go back to watch it.

Tina: Can you tell me what happened? Ayesha told me that you helped her a lot, so she wants to cook dinner tonight to thank you properly.

Irving: Maybe next time. I'm really not available tonight.

Tina: Not convenient? Were you entangled with another woman tonight? Is that why you abandoned me and Ayesha?

Irving: Um... the situation is a bit complicated and can't be explained in just a few words.

Tina: I knew it! You men are all the same, you don't care about anyone after you've had your fun. Don't come next time, wait until you've had your fun with other women!

Kyrie Irving: ? ? ? What the heck?

No, are women's intuitions really that accurate?