Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Sarah withdrew her hand, her smile vanishing. She stared at Eileen, her eyes filled with disappointment and disdain.

"You're still such an ignorant, stubborn, and self-righteous fool."

Always believing only in oneself, and always thinking everyone else is a fool.

She paused, her tone growing even colder.

"Today, I'm going to slap you in the face."

After saying that, she turned around and pointed to McKenna beside her.

"This is my best friend, McKenna. This farm belongs to her family."

Eileen glanced at McKenna and nodded, which was her way of greeting her.

"I have no interest in her, and even less interest in her identity."

Her gaze passed over McKenna and looked into the distance.

"I'm only interested in the Locke family farm you mentioned."

Before I came, I did some quick research on the plane.

The Locke family farm seems to have run into some trouble lately—more than a dozen people have died, right?

For assets with legal risks, thorough due diligence must be conducted before acquisition.

Sarah shrugged, too lazy to explain to her what those "accidents" were all about.

"Since you're in such a hurry, let's go."

Perfect timing! We've already contacted Rockwell; he's waiting for us at the farm right now.

"Sure, but we have to change the vehicle. This pickup truck is no good; it's very uncomfortable."

Are there any other cars?

Sarah scoffed, "Then drive my car."

"Your car? Didn't Dad take your Cadillac Escalade away?"

Don't drive any other junk cars out. It's undignified and makes you lose face. Just rent a car.

Sarah was furious. "You're so snobbish! Just you wait!"

Sarah turned and went back to the villa, heading straight for the garage.

A moment later, a black Cullinan slowly drove out.

The little golden statue in front was dazzling in the sunlight.

The car stopped in front of Eileen, its engine humming softly.

Eileen looked at the car, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

The Cullinan cost over $700,000 to land.

Of course she recognizes it.

But then, she gave a haughty snort.

She didn't believe the car belonged to Sarah—her younger sister had lost her job, her credit card was suspended, and her villa had been reclaimed; where would she get the money to buy a car?

Sarah rolled down the car window, stuck her head out, and wore an undisguised smug look on her face.

"Idiot, aren't you coming up?"

My time is also very precious.

Remember, I'm the one who hired you; you're just a lowly laborer.

Eileen smiled dismissively, opened the passenger door, and got in.

The two assistants also hurriedly opened the back door and sat in the back seat.

McKenna went around to the other side and sat in the seat behind the passenger seat.

The car started and drove out of the farm.

Eileen leaned back in the leather seat, her gaze sweeping over the interior, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Drive slowly, you can't afford to pay for any scratches."

You don't have a job right now.

Sarah didn't say anything, but just held the steering wheel with one hand and took a folder out of the armrest box with the other, casually tossing it to Eileen.

"You idiot, open your dog eyes and take a good look."

Eileen took the folder and opened it.

Inside is the insurance policy and registration information for this Cullinan. In the United States, there is no vehicle registration certificate, only a registration certificate.

Car owner's name: Sarah Elizabeth.

She looked at it carefully several times, then turned to the next page to check the information, and then turned back to confirm.

That's right.

This car is indeed a salad.

Eileen looked up and stared at Sarah in disbelief.

She was stunned.

As she expected, Sarah would have her supplementary credit card suspended, the villa taken back, and her job revoked by her father. She would only last a month before obediently going back to admit her mistakes.

From childhood to adulthood, Salad has always been like this—she gets into trouble, acts stubborn for a few days, and finally obediently goes home and admits her mistake.

But this time it's completely different.

A month has passed, and Salad has not only not given up, but has actually gotten better and better.

The Cullinan is already in operation.

More than 700,000 US dollars is not an astronomical figure for her family, but it is definitely not a small amount either.

Having worked at a top law firm in New York for so many years, earning a million dollars a year, she could still afford it if she gritted her teeth.

It's just that there are too many other hidden expenses, so we can afford to buy it but not maintain it.

"This...how is this possible?" Her voice trembled.

Salad snorted coldly.

"Idiot! You don't believe the facts right in front of you? What kind of lawyer are you?"

"Don't you know how to read?"

Eileen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Where did you get this money?"

"Of course, it was a gift from my darling." Sarah's tone was full of pride. "Oh, and he also gave me a watch."

As she spoke, she raised her left hand, revealing the rainbow Rolex on her wrist.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—a ring of colorful gemstones is set around the dial, dazzling the eyes.

Eileen certainly recognized the watch.

The Rolex Rainbow Daytona has a list price of hundreds of thousands of US dollars, and it is extremely difficult to find one on the secondary market.

She subconsciously looked down at the Vacheron Constantin watch on her wrist—it cost $50,000.

But now, compared to...

Eileen fell silent.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her tone complicated.

"It seems this Chinese man is quite generous to you."

Salad smirked and retaliated without hesitation.

"That's natural."

The things he gave me, you could never afford in your lifetime.

Eileen's face stiffened, then she snorted.

I don't care.

I will strive to get what I want.

Although I said that, I felt inexplicably uneasy inside.

The Cullinan sped along, traversing the vast plains of Texas.

On the way, Eileen displayed the qualities of a professional lawyer.

She opened her laptop, pulled up the information she had prepared beforehand, and began to inquire in detail about the Locke family farm.

Has the farm undergone a comprehensive asset appraisal?

Are there any oil wells?

How much is the annual subsidy for a wind farm?

Are the land ownership rights clear?

Are there any mortgages or legal disputes?

Sarah answered as she drove, while McKenna added details from the side.

Eileen took notes quickly, occasionally asking a few questions.

Her professional skills are indeed excellent, and the questions she asked were all to the point.

Finally, she closed her laptop and looked at Sarah.

What is your expected acquisition price?

Salad thought for a moment: "The lower the better."

But the bottom line... is probably around 80 million, and it would be even better if we could get it for 50 million US dollars.

Eileen nodded and said nothing more.

"Are you sure you can find a way to remove this so-called curse?" Eileen asked worriedly.

"100% certain," the salad said confidently.

Eileen opened her mouth, glanced at the two assistants in the back seat, and then chose to remain silent.

She knew her younger sister Sarah well, and she vaguely felt that the so-called curse of the Locke family might be related to her sister, or more precisely, to that Lin Feng.

When I helped Lin Feng with his lawsuit, I learned a few things about it.

While Lin Feng was in the Las Vegas detention center, rumors circulated that he possessed mysterious Eastern witchcraft.

The car stopped in front of a coffee shop in a cowboy town.

This is the only decent coffee shop in town, with red brick walls, a wooden sign, and several pickup trucks parked in front.

Rockwell was already waiting by the window.

He looked haggard, with obvious dark circles under his eyes, and looked like he hadn't slept well for several days.

The coffee in front of me hadn't been touched and was completely cold.

Sarah and her five friends entered the coffee shop.

McKenna's eyes flashed with a dangerous light when she saw Rockwell.

She could never forget how many despicable and shameless means the Locke family used to acquire her rattlesnake farm.

They sent people to secretly damage the fence and spread rumors that her farm had a disease.

If it weren't for her wealthy family background, she would have been forced to sell the farm long ago.

Now it's her turn to laugh at the situation.

Rockwell nodded to the group.

After seated.

Before Salad could even speak, Eileen had already taken the initiative.

She took a document and a tablet from her assistant, walked over to Rockwell, and placed them directly on the table.

"Mr. Locke, let's get straight to the point."

She opened the video on the tablet and pushed it in front of Rockwell.

The video included news footage of the FBI investigation into the Locke family ranch incident, as well as screenshots of reports about the sharp drop in Pacific Land's stock price.

"The Locke family farm covers an area of ​​100,000 acres, and its asset value is indeed not low."

But you're probably more aware of these recent negative news stories than I am.

Rockwell's face stiffened.

Eileen continued, "These negative reports are not just a matter of reputation."

This is a critical problem.

Therefore, the acquisition price must be lower than the market price.

Rockwell nodded, already prepared.

"The price is negotiable, but you can go first."

Eileen looked at him expressionlessly.

"Mr. Will, you go first."

I'm afraid you'll be unhappy with the price I quote.

Rockwell took a deep breath.

"Business is business. Feel free to quote a bold price; I won't be angry."

Eileen nodded, took an evaluation report out of the folder, and placed it in front of him.

"Based on our professional assessment."

Considering the enormous risks and unpredictable nature of the curse faced by the farm, we estimate the current market value of the Locke family farm to be ten million US dollars.