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

But now it seems that Lin Feng doesn't care about her at all.

He could openly and brazenly have women delivered to him in public.

This shows that none of the women present were people he needed to carefully coax or hide from.

For Lin Feng, Diva Kassel's charm and aura were at most an added bonus.

It's good if it's there, but it doesn't matter if it's not. It's up to them whether they come or not.

This sense of frustration and humiliation was something she had rarely experienced in her life.

But the more this happened, the more obsessed she became with Lin Feng.

This is a pathological mentality.

A pampered and cherished girl who has been the center of attention since childhood.

She suddenly encountered a man who didn't take her seriously at all.

On the contrary, she felt that this man exuded a fatal attraction.

After the barbecue feast ended amidst laughter and chatter, both Victoria and Diva drank quite a bit of red wine.

Her cheeks were flushed with a slight intoxication.

Lin Feng pretended to chat with them about Hollywood gossip and fashion jokes for a bit.

Then he stood up and said casually:

"You guys keep chatting, I'm going to do some exercise."

I ate a lot of meat today, need to digest it.

Victoria and Diva Cassel exchanged a glance, instantly understanding Lin Feng's purpose: to meet with his three lovers at night.

It seemed that a silent understanding had been reached in that instant.

Then the two of them stood up at the same time. Victoria reached up and brushed a curly hair behind her ear, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

His tone carried a hint of probing and a touch of eager anticipation:

"Why don't we go with you?"

We'd also like to visit your gym.

Lin Feng turned around and looked them up and down with a half-smile.

His gaze swept back and forth between the two women, finally settling on Victoria's brown eyes.

Are you sure?

I don't have the habit of forcing anyone to do anything.

Don't tell your actor boyfriend that I got you drunk.

Victoria's cheeks flushed even redder, but she didn't back down. Instead, she met Lin Feng's gaze and nodded expectantly.

Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her lips were slightly pursed.

Her breathing was a few beats faster than before, and her body language seemed to say, "I've been waiting for a long time, don't make me wait any longer."

We're both adults, and we both understand each other.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Alright, since you're all so eager, then come along."

Judging from Victoria's hungry look, is Leonardo DiCaprio too busy filming lately to spend time with her?

Or is it that Leonardo DiCaprio is too old and can't keep up?

Victoria and Diva Cassel followed Lin Feng at a leisurely pace.

The two women's high heels made a crisp, rhythmic clattering sound on the marble floor.

One on the left, one on the right, their steps were synchronized.

Their postures were elegant and reserved, like two dutiful female secretaries accompanying their boss to a business negotiation.

Sarah, Sun Ting, and Guo Lin sat on the sofa, watching the three figures disappear into the stairwell leading to the underground parking garage.

Once the footsteps were completely gone, the three of them exchanged a glance and then shook their heads in unison.

Guo Lin picked up a glass of red wine from the coffee table. "They're probably going to suffer now."

These two pampered supermodels usually have people holding umbrellas and fanning them while they walk the runway.

"Still so thin, how can she withstand the boss's rough treatment?"

Salad leaned back on the soft cushions of the sofa, elegantly crossing her legs.

A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth

"Why would they fly all the way from Hollywood if they weren't looking for trouble?"

They skip the parties of the world of fame and fortune, they skip Milan and Paris fashion weeks...

They come all the way to Las Vegas just to be tortured, don't they?

They say they're "visiting the casino" and "taking photos," but can't you tell what they're really thinking?

Guo Lin and Sun Ting exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously, their expressions sincere and convinced.

They said in unison, "Sister Salad, you're right."

You see things very clearly.

Lin Feng arrived at the underground parking garage and casually picked out a black Cullinan from among a row of luxury cars.

Press the unlock button on the car key, and the front and rear headlights will turn on simultaneously.

He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Diva Cassel and Victoria opened the back doors and got in, one on each side.

Victoria placed her Hermès Birkin bag on her lap, pressing the bag down with her hands clasped together.

The two sat side by side in the spacious back seat of the Cullinan.

As the car drove out of the garage, the neon lights of the Las Vegas night shone through the car window onto Diva's exquisite face.

She bit her lip, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Lin, where are we going?"

Lin Feng placed his hands on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead, and casually replied,

"Not far, in another villa."

"What, if you don't want to go, I'll take you to a hotel right now—The Venetian, Wynn, Bellagio, the choice is yours."

"Go! Why don't you go?"

Diva Cassel blurted it out, her tone carrying a stubborn, defiant air.

She was a pampered and privileged girl from childhood to adulthood.

Monica Bellucci's biological daughter, a top Hollywood supermodel.

They live in the spotlight all the time.

She has 200% confidence in her charm.

This confidence is not blind arrogance, but is based on experience that has been proven countless times over the past two decades.

She didn't believe three ordinary girls who came from a poor, remote area of ​​New Mexico.

Her charm can rival that of the daughter of this Italian national treasure-level beauty.

The car drove smoothly for about five minutes before turning onto a private driveway lined with palm trees on both sides.

Finally, it stopped in front of a magnificent modern villa.

This villa was larger and more private than the one Lin Feng usually lived in, and it was surrounded by tall hedges and stone walls.

You can't see anything inside from the outside.

Matthew was already waiting respectfully at the door.

He specially changed into a meticulously ironed black suit.

He didn't look like a ruthless gang leader at all.

He does resemble a concierge manager at a five-star hotel.

However, there was a hideous scar on his left ear.

To be precise, it was the irregular pink scar left after his left ear was completely cut off.

Seeing Lin Feng's Cullinan slowly drive into the lane,

Matthew immediately jogged over and personally pushed open the two heavy wrought iron doors of the villa.

The iron gate slowly slid open to both sides.

His movements were swift and humble, like a well-trained butler rather than a local tyrant of the Las Vegas underworld.

This scene was witnessed by a neighbor in the villa across the street through the blinds on the second floor.

That neighbor was a retired Wall Street hedge fund manager who had lived in this affluent neighborhood for almost ten years.

They knew Matthew's identity perfectly well.

The emperor of the Las Vegas underworld, a ruthless character whom no one dares to mess with.

Rumors circulate that anyone who offended Matthew met a terrible end, with their bodies never even found by the FBI.

But at this very moment, this underground emperor actually bent down to open the door of a Rolls-Royce, his posture as humble as a grandson welcoming his grandfather.

The retirement fund manager was so startled that he nearly spilled his whiskey on the $50,000 handmade carpet.

He tried desperately to get a clear look at the Cullinan's owner, but Matthew was too quick.

The gate closed quickly after the car drove in, and he only had time to catch a blurry glimpse of its profile.