Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 124 The Private Investigator's Report

Meanwhile, on the other side...

36 South Beach, Miami, a luxury villa named "Little Beach".

Although it's called Little Beach, this five-story old-style manor villa occupies a considerable area.

Although its land area is not as large as those top-tier villa estates in Miami, which often occupy more than ten acres, it is still close to ten acres.

At this moment, Catherine was sitting on the second-floor veranda overlooking the entire golden sands of South Beach, flipping through the private investigator's report on Owen's investigation over this period.

"Catherine, where are you planning to go on vacation this summer?" Just as Catherine was engrossed in reviewing the report, an elegant and graceful middle-aged white woman walked over with a cup of coffee, sat down opposite Catherine, and asked, "A friend of mine just invited me to Africa. What do you think about us going hunting in Africa this summer?"

Honey?

Hunting down a lion with your own hands, then having it taxidermied and brought back as a souvenir—that's so cool! It's way more interesting than our party in Hawaii last year.

Catherine remained silent, continuing to look down at the private investigator's report on Owen.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman thought Catherine wasn't interested in her suggestion. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "How about this, we go to the Arctic to hunt polar bears? I remember you wanted to go to the Arctic a couple of years ago to see the Inuit people who live there, right? There's a research vessel that my friend is sponsoring this summer, so we can go together."

Catherine remained silent until she finished reading the investigation report in her hand, at which point she accepted the coffee from the other woman: "Lia, there are so many things going on at the company, I'll probably be very busy all summer, where would I find the time to go on vacation?"

"Why? Doesn't the company employ so many professional managers? Even if there's trouble, those people can easily handle it. What kind of big problem could possibly require your intervention? Could it be something from the White House—"

Before Leah could finish speaking, Catherine shook her head and interrupted, "It's not a problem with the White House, but it's not easy to solve either. Anyway, let's not talk about that. How's your husband's campaign fundraising going?"

Catherine closed the private investigator's report, stood up, looked at Leah, and said, "If you're short of campaign funds, perhaps I can offer you some assistance."

"You? Forget it." Leah shrugged, then took a sip of coffee and complained, "If I really let you provide campaign funds, the other candidates will definitely go crazy. The competition for the governorship is already fierce, so you shouldn't get involved. Focus your energy on dealing with the people in Congress."

Upon hearing the word "Congress," Catherine, who had been in a good mood, immediately frowned and began to feel a headache coming on.

Although in terms of net worth and wealth alone, she can be considered one of the top billionaires in Miami.

But in the grand scheme of America, she is nothing special.

A single bill proposed by a Democratic whip could determine the life or death of her entire group.

Thinking of this, Catherine sighed helplessly and looked at Leah opposite her. "Do you think it would be effective if I went to choose a suitable marriage partner now to dispel those lurking vipers?"

"It will definitely work," Leah answered instinctively, but a moment later she realized what she meant and her face lit up with surprise: "But you need to think this through, Catherine. Once you're married, even if you have a prenuptial agreement, as long as you're officially registered, no matter who the man is, he'll be tempted by the enormous fortune you're going to inherit!"

"Having lived this long, you must know what kind of men they are, right? Even if they're being very attentive now, no one can resist the temptation when it comes to personal gain! I advise you to be careful—"

"I know all about this."

Catherine stood up, looked at the bustling golden beach in the distance, and said calmly, "But if I don't get married, I won't be able to inherit that fortune. It's a vicious cycle."

"Catherine, judging from your tone, do you already have a suitable marriage partner?" Leah was slightly taken aback. Although she was very surprised, she couldn't help but voice her guess.

"That's right." Catherine nodded slightly, readily admitting it.

"Then I'm very curious, what kind of person will your marriage partner be?" Seeing that her guess had been confirmed, Leah's gossipy nature immediately arose: "Is he handsome?"

"Hmm, not bad." Catherine nodded.

"Do you have a good figure?"

"Eight-pack abs, and great technique," Catherine replied with a smile after a moment's thought.

"What is their family background like? What is their social standing like?"

Upon hearing Catherine's words, Lydia's eyes lit up instantly, and countless guesses flashed through her mind: "Is she from a political family? Or one of the heirs to a large conglomerate? Could she be a promising member of parliament?"

"Neither."

Catherine shook her head gently and said in a relaxed tone, "If what I told you is true, then after inheriting the estate, the other party will really try every means to get a share."

Seeing Leah's puzzled expression, Catherine turned around and handed her the private investigator's report on Owen.

Leah took the report, and as soon as she opened the first page, her eyes widened in shock: "What?! An ordinary pawnshop owner? And he's Asian?"

"Catherine...are you out of your mind?"

Catherine seemed to have anticipated Leah's reaction.

She gazed at the vast, blue ocean in the distance and explained in a relaxed tone, "Lia, rather than looking for an ideal marriage partner with a complicated background, I think it's better to find someone you like and who's easier to control. That's what you did... didn't you?"

"But I did find a governor..." Leah instinctively wanted to retort.

But before she could finish speaking, Catherine interrupted, "He's a gubernatorial candidate."

"I remember when you chose to marry Walker, he was just an ordinary teacher, and now he's transformed into a gubernatorial candidate, hasn't he?"

"So, men can be trained, and coincidentally, I happen to have that patience—"

Seeing that Catherine had made up her mind, Leah didn't say anything more.

She turned her attention back to the private investigator's report in her hand and silently memorized the information about the man described in the report.

As Catherine's childhood best friend and important business partner, she would not allow an ordinary man to ruin Catherine.

Of course, this is on the premise that the man is indeed a promising prospect, and not just a pretty face with no substance.