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

At this moment, Li Tian was completely unlike her usual capable self, and her eyes were red.

"Mr. Sun, you must help me! That man forced himself on me, and when I resisted, he ran away. I really, really don't know what to do."

I want to call the police, but I'm afraid it will damage the casino's reputation...

Sun Ting looked at Li Tian, ​​who was in tears, and her expression grew increasingly gloomy, as if a layer of frost had been cast over her delicate face.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, but the suppressed anger could still be heard in her voice:

"Good, someone actually dares to do such a despicable thing on the Black Lotus Casino's territory."

I understand what happened, and I will definitely help you get justice.

"Even if I can't make the decision, President Lin will definitely stand up for you."

In this place, no one can bully our people and get away with it; no one can.

Li Tian nodded, sobbing, "Thank you, Mr. Sun, thank you so much, thank you, Mr. Lin."

After the female technician Li Tian left, thanking her profusely, Sun Ting immediately picked up her phone and dialed Matthew's number.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and Matthew's deep voice came through the receiver: "Mr. Sun, what can I do for you?"

Sun Ting briefly recounted what had happened. Matthew listened quietly on the other end of the phone, then uttered only four words:

"Leave it to me."

Forty minutes later, in Los Angeles.

The extended Lincoln smoothly entered the inner road of the Mariandale Bay harbor.

This is a high-end harbor specifically for mooring private yachts, with hundreds of yachts of all sizes lined up along the shore.

The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea, and flocks of seagulls circled overhead.

After the car came to a stop, the two of them, led by Xiao Li, walked to a medium-sized yacht and stopped.

The yacht is about 25 meters long, with three decks, and its streamlined white hull reflects a soft glow under the sunlight.

Before boarding the ship, Lin Feng habitually spread out his divine sense, and the invisible perception power enveloped the entire yacht like mercury spilling onto the ground.

In an instant, the location and presence of everyone on the ship appeared in his mind.

Besides the captain, two staff members, and three waiters, there were six women on board.

One of the tall, blonde, blue-eyed women was standing on the deck looking this way; that was Leonardo DiCaprio's current girlfriend, Victoria.

The other five women were scattered in different positions in the cabin and at the stern. They were all unfamiliar faces, and Lin Feng did not recognize any of them.

It wasn't that he was ignorant, but rather that although these women were all quite attractive, they weren't the household names of Hollywood stars.

They should all be in the modeling industry.

Lin Feng followed Xiao Li onto the yacht with a normal expression.

As soon as I stepped onto the yacht deck, several women in the cabin turned their curious gazes toward me.

Their gazes, filled with undisguised scrutiny and inquiry, swept over Lin Feng from head to toe.

They were indeed very curious about the unfamiliar Asian face in front of them.

At Leonardo DiCaprio's private parties, Asian faces were few and far between, and it was extremely rare for an Asian to be personally picked up by DiCaprio at the airport.

Moreover, Lin Feng's temperament was completely different from the people they usually met.

It wasn't a deliberate attempt to be low-key or flamboyant, but rather a calm and composed demeanor, as if nothing in the world could move him.

At this moment, Victoria greeted them with a smile.

She wore a bright red halter dress today, which looked both elegant and casual.

Her features are typical of a Mediterranean beauty: thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and a high nose bridge.

"Lin, welcome to my birthday party!"

Victoria opened her arms and gave Lin Feng a warm hug.

She was wearing a light floral perfume.

When Little Li excitedly raised the wooden box in his hand,

When Victoria was told that Lin Feng had brought his secret-recipe roast meat, the Italian beauty let out a joyful cheer.

With his hands clasped together in front of his chest, the light in his eyes was even brighter than the colorful lights on the ship:

"Oh God, Lin, you are so good!"

After eating it last time, I kept dreaming about the taste. I even told Leo, "Wouldn't it be perfect if you could be at every party from now on?"

Lin Feng sensed the hidden meaning in her words, "So you want to see me in person?"

"Or do you still want my flesh?"

Victoria was taken aback by his question, then threw her head back and burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I want both! I want both! It's great to meet you, and even better to eat your barbecue!"

The two are not contradictory at all!

"Okay, I'll admit you were honest."

After exchanging pleasantries, Xiao Li naturally put his arm around Lin Feng's shoulder and led him to several female guests, introducing them one by one.

"Come on, Lin, let me properly introduce you to the beautiful ladies who came today."

Little Li had a mischievous smile on his face. He winked at Lin Feng, then pointed to one of the girls who looked the youngest.

"They're all from the modeling industry, not some random bunch of people, so don't worry."

Moreover, he is quite famous in the industry.

It means very clean and safe.

"This is Diva Cassel, a rising supermodel who's currently very popular in the fashion world. Major brands are vying to have her walk the runway," Leonardo DiCaprio introduced enthusiastically.

Lin Feng glanced at him; he looked to be in his early twenties, with a slender frame and delicate features that still carried a hint of youthful naiveté.

Her individual features aren't particularly striking, but together they create a unique charm.

She was dressed in a simple white linen shirt and light-colored jeans, which was quite understated.

Lin Feng had never paid attention to the fashion industry before, and he really had no impression of this name.

But since it was a guest solemnly introduced by Leonardo DiCaprio, he still politely extended his hand and smiled, saying, "Nice to meet you."

Diva Cassel took his hand; her palm was slender and soft, and her fingers were slightly cool.

She smiled and said softly in French, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lin."

Victoria, standing to the side, keenly sensed that Lin Feng wasn't particularly fond of the name Daiwa.

As the hostess of the party, she felt it necessary to provide her friend with some background information so that Lin Feng could better integrate into the group.

So she leaned close to Lin Feng's ear and whispered in English, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You may not recognize the new name Diva Cassel, but you definitely know her mother—Monica Bellucci."

Upon hearing the name, Lin Feng suddenly realized what was going on. He had initially been just being polite to Daiwa, but now he couldn't help but feel genuinely interested.

Monica Bellucci, she's an Italian national treasure and goddess.

Malèna, the woman who drove all the men in the city crazy in "Malèna," is exactly the kind of woman Lin Feng likes.