Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Irving took out his phone, opened his contacts, and tapped on "Walter's" number.

A few seconds later.

Then Walter's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Irving briefly asked Walter if he knew any newspaper reporters. After receiving an affirmative answer, he immediately asked for their contact information, thanked them, and hung up the phone.

"A newspaper reporter?"

Ayesha frowned, her face full of confusion. "Why do you need the newspaper reporter's contact information?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ayesha realized what she meant and exclaimed in surprise:

"You're not trying to get this exposed by the media, are you?"

"That's right!" Irving nodded, and then began editing the message.

In America, research institutions, universities, and medical schools are all inferior in the eyes of the media.

If you can control public opinion, not only a professor like Smith, but even a member of Congress can be easily brought down from grace.

"But Professor Smith was recruited by the school at great expense, so there's a lot of public pressure on him. The school probably won't side with Tina, right..." Ayesha muttered.

"Don't worry, you're underestimating the power of the media."

Irving shook his head, explaining to the two as he edited the message, "If it were just a simple report of sexual harassment, of course it wouldn't generate much public attention, but what if we added a little something extra to this report?"

"Added ingredients? What added ingredients?"

Hearing Owen say that, Tina looked up curiously.

Seeing the questioning look in her eyes, Owen shrugged and immediately asked, "Tina, why do you think that bastard Smith invited you to join his research group?"

"Because Tina is pretty?" Ayesha, who was standing to the side, blurted out before Tina could answer.

"No, that's certainly part of the reason, but it's definitely not the main reason."

Seeing that the two were still confused, Owen could only turn to Tina and explain, "Because of your good grades, and more importantly, because you're of Mexican descent, you're easier to manipulate than other students..."

"F**K! What's wrong with being Mexican? How many Americans are there in Miami?" Ayesha couldn't take it anymore when she heard Irving say that and immediately started cursing.

Although she occasionally complains that there are too many Latino people in Miami, making Spanish almost the official language of Miami, it is definitely not to the point of discrimination.

"So all we need to do is let those reporters report that a professor at the University of Miami discriminates against Latinos and Mexicans and even attempts sexual harassment. The matter will naturally blow up, and at that point, even if the university wants to cover it up, it will have to consider the pressure from public opinion."

Irving spoke up to comfort Tina.

Upon hearing Owen's idea, Tina immediately felt more at ease.

To be honest, when she first received Professor Smith's invitation, she was full of anticipation and a desire to learn. She genuinely wanted to join the research group and study hard.

I never expected that guy to have such a face!

Tina didn't want to be like those prostitutes who open channels on Only Fans or use their bodies to raise tuition fees in adult clubs, disregarding everything for money or their future.

Although she and Owen would often play some perverted little games in private, and sometimes even drag Ayesha along, it was all consensual and purely based on physical attraction.

"Thank you, Owen. I really don't know what I would have done without you..." Tina wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked up at Owen with a pitiful expression.

His pitiful appearance immediately triggered Irving's protective instincts.

"Okay, Tina, calm down first. Don't think too much. Get some sleep. When you wake up, tomorrow will definitely be different..."

After comforting Tina, Owen prepared to leave.

Although he really wanted to stay here tonight, Owen gave up the idea after considering Tina's low spirits.

But before Irving could reach the door, Ayesha, who had come out of the room with him, stopped him.

I asked Irving to go downstairs and help me move some items I bought online.

Irving came to the stairwell, glanced at the dozen or so cardboard boxes piled together, and was immediately dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand why Ayesha was able to buy so many things in just a few days.

Especially since she had just gotten rid of her debts.

However, when he learned that most of the boxes contained cheap daily necessities, Irving immediately dismissed his doubts.

Seeing that Irving had quickly moved most of the goods, Ayesha hurriedly took an ice-cold Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to him.

"Thank you so much, Owen! Now I finally understand why Tina is so infatuated with you. I'm so jealous of her."

"Jealousy?" Owen put down the box he was carrying, took a large gulp of the iced cola, and joked, "That doesn't sound like something a debtor would say to a creditor, does it?"

"certainly!"

Ayesha leaned closer to Owen, then suddenly seemed to remember something and whispered, "Oh, by the way, come to my room later, I'll give you this week's interest first."

Hearing Ayesha's provocative tone, Owen gave her a serious salute, then returned to the stairwell, carrying a box in each hand, and worked even harder.

In no time, his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

Finally, Irving simply took off his T-shirt, put it in the washing machine, and went to work shirtless.

Standing to the side, Ayesha's gaze was instantly drawn to Owen's muscular physique, his bronze skin, his perfectly sculpted muscles like those of an ancient Greek sculpture, and his eight-pack abs...

As Ayesha watched, she suddenly felt her body heat up, and her breathing became heavy involuntarily.

Damn!

The weather in Miami is getting hotter and hotter lately!

Seeing that Irving had finished moving all the goods and was resting in a chair for a few minutes, Ayesha immediately stood up and hurried to the bathroom.

After downing two glass bottles of iced cola in one go, Irving finally caught his breath.

He had originally planned to take a shower to wash away the sweat and relieve his fatigue.

But when he arrived at the bathroom and went inside, he found that Ayesha was occupying it, and there were many personal undergarments hanging outside the glass door.

Pink, black, white, lace trim... there's even a leopard print T-shaped one.

hiss……

Looking at the row of Victoria's Secret products hanging in the air, Owen gasped.

I never knew Ayesha had such good taste.

Irving was about to leave and head to the living room sofa to wait, but then he noticed two strange devices on the sink—

A pink massager that shouldn't be categorized here, an astonishingly large "prosthetic" for two people.

"..."