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

Linda took off her sunglasses, revealing a beautiful face.

His facial features are well-defined.

At twenty-seven, she should have been in the prime of her life.

However, Parkinson's disease left her left arm with an unnatural stiffness.

Even when she was smiling, her left hand was trembling slightly.

Despite her efforts to press it down with her right hand, she still couldn't completely conceal it.

"How could I not come if it could restore my health?"

Linda's voice was very pleasant, with the clarity characteristic of a lawyer and the composure characteristic of a judge, yet it also concealed a hint of barely perceptible expectation.

"Get in the car first, then we'll talk."

"alright."

After getting into the car, the two women exchanged a glance.

The moment the car door closed,

The noise from the outside world is kept out by the thick soundproof glass.

The two women looked at each other, then suddenly hugged and kissed.

Compared to the polite formalities outside the car, the atmosphere inside was fiery and passionate.

Eileen ran her hand through Linda's hair.

Linda's right hand gripped Eileen's collar tightly.

Although his left hand was stiff, it was still trying its best to respond.

They parted after a long time.

Both of them were breathing rapidly.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Eileen gently wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger.

Linda leaned back in her seat, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Linda couldn't help but ask, "What exactly did you agree to?"

Eileen gave an awkward smile, her eyes darting away.

She had already prepared her answer, but she still found it difficult to say it.

She was silent for a few seconds, but finally forced herself to speak:

"It's nothing really, it's just that we slept with him."

Linda: ...

An eerie silence fell over the carriage.

Linda's expression froze at first.

Then came a hint of surprise, which eventually turned into a complex and indescribable expression.

She looked at Eileen, as if to make sure she wasn't joking.

But Eileen's expression told her that this was no joke.

"What did you say?" Linda's voice was very soft.

So quiet it was almost drowned out by the sound of the engine.

Eileen took a deep breath and decided to speak frankly:

"As you know, Lin Feng has no shortage of women."

To be honest, I'm not even on the list with him.

I begged him to treat your illness, but he initially refused.

Later, it was Sarah who spoke up for me, and he finally relented.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch; I have to show some sincerity.

"So your sincerity is... to drag me into this?"

Linda's tone was ambiguous, neither revealing anger nor helplessness.

Eileen turned her head and looked at Linda intently:

"Linda, I know him."

You could even say he treats his own people very well.

I know this is unfair to you.

But... I can't bear to watch you get worse every day.

You're only twenty-seven years old; you still have a long way to go.

Your career as a judge has only just begun; you still have a lot to do.

Linda fell silent.

She gazed at the street scenes rushing past the car window.

As dusk fell, the lavish buildings of Las Vegas gradually lit up with lights.

She thought of her father, the congressman who also suffered from Parkinson's disease.

The feeling of helplessness when you need someone else to help you sign something.

"But I really can't feel anything for men."

Eileen: "Just think of it as getting pricked by a thorn."

Linda opened her mouth, then was instantly stunned by what she heard.

Seeing this, Eileen didn't say anything, but stepped on the gas and sped away.

After a moment, Linda couldn't help but ask, "Can't you just give me money?"

Eileen shook her head: "Definitely not. Lin is the God of Gamblers, and Black Lotus Casino is his too. He's worth billions of dollars."

And I can guarantee that if he wanted to, he could easily become worth hundreds of billions.

How much money can you offer?

There's no shortage of women, and the only reason I'm willing to help you get treatment is because of my sister.

Think it over carefully. If you're willing, we'll spend the night with Lin.

If you don't want to, that's fine too. Taking medication to maintain your condition is also an option.

Linda shook her head. Who would want to take medicine every day if they could be a normal person?

"Is there really no other way?"

Eileen laughed and said, "It's just sleeping with him, but you can rest assured about one thing: Lin is different from other men."

You will absolutely not feel disgusted; he has a naturally fresh scent.

The more you smell it, the more intoxicating it becomes.

Linda pondered for a moment, "Can Parkinson's disease really be cured?"

"It's 100% curable," Eileen said without hesitation.

Linda asked curiously, "Eileen, how can you trust him so much?"

"Is he the embodiment of God in my heart?"

Linda: ...

"What you're saying really piques my curiosity," Linda finally said.

Eileen thought for a moment, a slight smile appearing on her lips:

"You only need to spend a minute with him to know that he is different."

He possesses an absolute sense of power.

That kind of charm is unique in the world; any woman would be captivated by it.

"Were you also initially infatuated with men in this way?"

"Wrong, I just like Lin, not men."

"His healing is nothing short of a miracle," Eileen paused and then continued:

"Linda, you can't imagine his energy."

He can change a lot of things if he wants to.

I can assure you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you miss it, he will never treat you again.

Linda didn't ask any more questions.

She looked down at her slightly trembling left hand, and after a long while, gently clenched it into a fist.

Okay, I believe you.

The car drove into the hotel's underground parking garage and stopped in front of the private elevator.

Eileen got out of the car first and went around to the other side to open the door for Linda.

When Linda got out of the car, Eileen noticed that her steps were indeed somewhat small and shuffling, and her left leg seemed to drag a little when she took a step.

This is a typical gait in the early stages of Parkinson's disease; every detail serves as a reminder of the disease's progression.

"Are you nervous?" Eileen asked softly.

Linda straightened the collar of her trench coat, raised her chin,

That was the expression she wore in court when facing a major case:

"No, it's more out of curiosity."

Eileen smiled and took Linda's right hand: "Let's go then."

He's usually there in the afternoons.

The elevator ascended smoothly, the numbers ticking, and finally stopped at the top floor.

The hallway was quiet when the door opened.

Eileen led Linda toward the heavy oak door and gently knocked twice.

"Come in," came a young man's voice from inside.

Eileen pushed open the door and stepped aside to let Linda go in first.

Linda stepped into the room. Sunlight streamed in through the huge French windows, and against the light, she saw a young man standing by the window.

Holding a cup of tea, she turned around.

His gaze fell upon her, calm and profound, as if he could see through everything.

Linda suddenly understood the "absolute sense of power" that Eileen had mentioned.

They met eyes, and Linda felt as if she were looking at a god, a strange sense of humility rising within her.

It's a kind of composure that needs no proof, no boasting.

It was as if the whole world was under his control.

Eileen stepped forward and kissed Lin Feng: "Darling, this is my girlfriend, Linda Johnny."