The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 454: Just a Person
The silvery white sand beach surrounds the lush green island, like a piece of the finest emerald jewel, sparkling with a subtle and soft glow under the sunlight.

The clear blue sea gently laps against the shore, like nature's most gentle caress. Every touch stirs up circles of delicate foam, which then spread out and finally merge into the boundless blue.

The cool breeze blows through the tall coconut trees, bringing with it a natural, fresh scent and fully displaying the charming tropical scenery.

However, for the occasional passing fishing boats, such beautiful scenery is just a commonplace everyday environment, and they have no desire to explore it at all.

Of course, the most important factor that could dispel their curiosity were the murderous armed speedboats moored at the dock.

After all, the Caribbean region is a mixed bag of good and bad people, and who knows whose business it is? For the sake of your own life, it is better to stay away from it.

But perhaps even the fishermen themselves have not realized that what really drives them to stay away is not the above factors, but a mysterious force quietly acting on their subconscious.

If someone can get rid of this subtle mental interference and walk through the lush coconut grove, he will be surprised to find that the scene before him is clearly different from the slightly desolate appearance when viewed from a distance.

Small villas of different styles are scattered in an orderly manner, with elegant and gorgeous decorations. Among them, exotic flowers and plants compete for beauty, courtyards, corridors and swimming pools complement each other, sculptures and paths are dotted, and every detail reveals the meticulous craftsmanship of the craftsmen.

Even people without any artistic talent can see that every inch of the design was created by a famous artist, who spent a lot of real money on it.

On a sunny terrace connected to the courtyard, golden and plump corn kernels rolled down like rain, and a few plump and chubby pigeons jumped around, happily chasing the gift from their owner.

The broad palm gently twisted, and the maid standing beside him understood immediately, and a square towel with a light fragrance was presented at the right time. After wiping away the fine sweat oozing from the forehead, a slightly elongated face was revealed.

This is a typical Western European face, with wrinkles running from the high nose bridge to the mouth, and short gray hair that is carefully groomed. Although the traces of time have left a few marks on his forehead, his good living conditions and meticulous maintenance over the years have kept his spirit and temperament almost in the golden years of middle-aged men.

"It's time for afternoon tea, do you need anything?" The maid had a gentle smile on her charming face. It was not the common professional flattery, but a kind of natural obedience.

She knelt down on her knees, holding the menu written in beautiful cursive characters above her head, like a servant serving the king, or a believer worshipping the gods.

Under the uniform that was deliberately made of very little material, her plump body deformed with her movements, and a piece of white flesh squeezed out from the neckline, revealing itself to the public without any hesitation.

Knowing that he only needs to think about it, he can make the beauty in front of him willingly dedicate everything, including her life. No matter how many times he has experienced it, the pleasure of having the power of life and death and controlling everything still makes men intoxicated.

"Should I order a dessert baked with tree spirit fruit, or be bolder and try the soup made from the brain marrow of deep-sea fishmen..." A series of luxurious dishes that could never appear in the outside world flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Whether it is these or "those", in the so-called civilized society outside, no matter how high your power and wealth are, you can't easily get them, but here you can get them easily.

However, the man's good mood did not last long.

The shadows in the corner of the room changed and moved. A waiter in black with a tie appeared out of nowhere and respectfully placed a silver box on the table:
"Mr. Jeffrey, this is the latest batch of 'drinks' extracted this time. Because the channel in Mexico was destroyed some time ago, the Nosferatu clan that cooperated with us was uprooted, and there was a great shortage of raw materials, so the production rate is only 60% of the original."

"60%? Not bad, it will be supplied to distinguished guests first, and the security personnel can take a break for now." Jeffrey casually opened the lid of the box, and saw rows of thumb-length, crystal clear crystal bottles neatly arranged inside. The scarlet liquid inside was gently rippling, and there seemed to be star-like golden dust floating up and down.

"I'm afraid... they will have some opinions." The black-clad waiter hesitated. Even though they were both dark creatures, he didn't want to face those strong and crazy "colleagues". However, his worries only earned him a disdainful sneer from the old man:

"Any opinions? You are a bunch of dirty and despicable people. Don't you realize your current situation? Without our protection, their heads would have been hung in the church or in the trophy display room of the witcher."

"In addition..." The waiter carefully looked at the man's face and paused before continuing:

"Mrs. Karin once again tactfully proposed a change to a more novel 'toy'."

"Why, it's only been a dozen days, are you tired of playing with the one you sent over last time? That was a pure-blooded werewolf cub that we captured at great cost."

Thinking of the huge amount of manpower and resources consumed, Jeffrey sighed deeply, a trace of helplessness flashed across his face, but was immediately forcibly suppressed.

Although he was nominally the billionaire who owned the island, he was aware that he was essentially just a steward who was pushed to the front and insignificant on the scale of power.

If he wants to continue enjoying this paradise-like life, his only choice is to try his best to meet all the requirements of the guests.

"Haha, I have to apologize to you in advance, dear Jerry." Accompanied by a slightly high-pitched voice, the door opened and a woman walked in with a smile.

The dark age spots that appeared inadvertently on the arms showed that the woman had entered the twilight of life, while the unusually rosy and smooth skin on her face made the woman's overall image look particularly awkward.

"The wildness of that little fellow is really impressive. The physique of the extraordinary species is indeed far superior to that of ordinary creatures. I haven't tasted such a wonderful taste for a long time. It's just that the means used when playing were a bit too violent. It seems that it can't survive for a few days."

The words were said in a relaxed and apologetic manner, but the man didn't dare to take them seriously. He jumped up from the chair as if there were springs under his buttocks, and responded with a smile:
"Oh, my dear lady, your words really make me feel ashamed. It's just a werewolf boy. Please don't take it to heart."

He quickly picked up the long metal box and came forward with great enthusiasm.

"You've arrived just in time. Please take the 'drinks' that have just been delivered.

There is still a small problem. I would like to trouble you all to think of a solution during the dinner. There is something wrong with our source of raw materials..."

Jeffrey simply repeated it, and unsurprisingly saw the woman's contemptuous look.

"It's just a small matter. Is it necessary to make a big fuss and disturb everyone's interest? I will call the CIA and the Immigration Bureau later and ask them to cooperate."

Her tone was calm, as if she was narrating something that was natural and self-evident.

"It's just people. This is the thing that the world has the most!"

(End of this chapter)