The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 505 Silent Rain
The brilliance created by the electric current breaking through the inert gas was cut into colorful spots of various shapes along the beam of light, turning into a psychedelic neon light that set off the swaying figures on the dance floor below.

Although they are not as skilled as their counterparts in big cities, the local bands on the stage are doing their best to make the rock song passionate and add a bit of unruly fuel to people's carnival.

The smell of perfume and hot sweat slowly ferment in the air, forming a unique and seductive scent, teasing everyone's hormones.

Rayleigh was in particularly high spirits. As a frequent visitor to the bar, he was accustomed to the performances on the stage, but the new face sitting opposite him was too amazing.

"My beautiful lady, I am not bragging. There are still some interesting places in our town. Even if you are just passing by, it is worth spending a day or two to check it out."

The hot and youthful body sat quietly at the bar, her light blue eyes like the shallow sea focused only on the glass of cherry-red martini in her hand, and she turned a deaf ear to the flattery in her ears.

"It's really difficult..."

Trying his best to suppress his little thoughts, the man smiled and moved closer, trying to make his voice sound more charming:

"For example, the lake behind the mountain illuminated by the moonlight is so quiet that it seems like another world..."

The young girl still had no reaction, not even her eyelashes trembled, like an exquisite porcelain statue, beautiful yet cold.

However, this temperament, which is different from that of country girls, makes men feel itchy.

Just as he licked his lips unwillingly and was about to change his strategy, he suddenly felt a flash before his eyes. He saw that the beautiful woman suddenly froze for a moment, and then her eyes flashed with a strange light, as if she had suddenly woken up from an icy slumber.

Her eyes suddenly brightened, as if she was looking through the man to somewhere far away, and then quickly turned back.

"Where is the lake you are talking about?"

Rayleigh's brain didn't even have time to react, and he just answered reflexively: "It's in the valley in the north, not far from here, only an hour's drive away..."

The surprise came too quickly. Looking at the beautiful girl who was about to walk to the door, he suddenly remembered something and shouted excitedly and panickedly:

"Oh, I don't know your name yet?"

The slender figure stopped silently without looking back.

The man felt that he had said something wrong as soon as he opened his mouth, and he wanted to slap himself. According to his rich experience, the most feared thing about such a fleeting romance is that it becomes too entangled.

Just when he was frustrated and thought that the romantic encounter was about to slip away from his hands, a few light words floated over.

"You can call me now... Jennifer, and..." She smiled back, her blue eyes seeming to deepen a little.

"...You can call a few more, um, or more friends to play. The stronger they are, the better."

The young man's mouth slowly opened, forming a funny "o". The expression on his face was first surprise, then joy, and then mixed with emotion and admiration.

For the first time, this famous playboy in the neighborhood felt a little inferior about his background:
...Fuck, girls from big cities are just better at having fun than a country bumpkin like me!

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The walnut door covered with intricate patterns slowly closed behind him, and the thick layer of paint gave off a matte purple-black luster under the crystal chandelier.

This antique, which only pursues a palace style, is made of thick and heavy materials and is not really suitable for home use by people today. However, that flaw does not cause any trouble to current visitors.

Someone had already been respectfully opening the door for him, like a servant serving a king - in this country, there were not many opportunities for him to do even private tasks like bathing and eating personally.

"Humph! It's already the Internet age. Video calls are enough to save a lot of precious time. Do we have to come all the way here to talk face to face?" The short middle-aged man slumped into the leather seat and sneered rudely. He glanced at the upright figures beside the rectangular conference table and pulled at his belt, which was tight because of his sitting posture.

Social changes in modern times have been more drastic than in the past hundreds of years. Even the wealthy families who have been in control of power since the founding of the country cannot avoid being challenged by up-and-coming newcomers.

As representatives of emerging forces, men have always secretly been critical of those present who hold old-fashioned styles, so naturally they are not so polite when they speak.

"Ahem." The meeting chairperson at the top coughed lightly, and his wrinkles, which were loose enough to kill a fly, began to move:

"We have a crucial issue to discuss this time, so we must ask you to come in person..."

Although the old man's voice was not loud, it was like a well-maintained bass drum, with magnetic penetration.

"Proceed? Proceed what? If it is the last proposal, I can only say that if there are no suitable conditions, the members of parliament I support will not allow the bill to pass."

The man casually glanced out the window and responded casually. Only a small half of the blood-red setting sun was left, struggling on the horizon. It tried to penetrate the half-closed velvet curtains, but it was no longer able to provide sufficient lighting.

As a result, the faces of the people sitting at the long table all look hazy, as if covered by a shadow. Combined with the Gothic-style high-backed chairs, it gives the atmosphere of a black-and-white movie.

"Oh, what we want to talk about is not those vulgar interests."

It seemed that even the residual light was a little dazzling. A hand as thin as a chicken claw slipped out from the sleeve, and the old man presiding over the meeting slowly stood up and tightened the curtains.

The afterglow of the setting sun brushed across the back of his hand, and his pale skin seemed to darken a little.

"Then please quickly introduce the details. I said my time is precious..." the man said with a frown.

Suddenly he looked around suspiciously. "Didn't you invite a few other friends? Where are they?"

"You're right, we really shouldn't waste time, they..." The old man did not return to his seat, but walked slowly to the light switch on the wall.

"…I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The darkness like the night fell suddenly, and the dark red dots above the head lit up, like a bonfire burning in the dark night, but without any heat, instead emitting a hint of chilliness, and there were pairs of gloomy eyes.

I don't know when, there were bats as black as ink hanging on the ceiling, looking down with extremely human and subtle expressions.

"What are you doing? I'm here for a meeting..." The scream sounded briefly and was then drowned out by the noise.

After an unknown amount of time, the gorgeous chandelier lit up again, revealing the man's numb and submissive face.

"Can you attract a few more?"

The white and soft silk scarf like clouds broke into a few bright red spots. The handsome and somewhat weird black-haired young man wiped the corners of his mouth and nodded gently with an elegant movement.

"I'm afraid not, my dear master. If there are too many people, it will be impossible to conceal it."

Black-haired, white-haired... each head was pressed desperately close to the ground. Those who once possessed countless power and wealth were now like humble pugs licking their master's toes, and they answered in the most flattering manner.

Alex nodded with a slight regret, he understood that this had reached a certain limit.

The operation of the power class of a superpower is by no means a joke like in Hollywood movies. Even if he takes advantage of the greed of these old men to turn the tables, he will ultimately not be able to embrace all the upper classes as his descendants.

"Then, let's do as planned. Send out an invitation to the remaining powerful friends to receive the gift of God's holy relics, the fountain of eternal life in the Holy Grail, and the time.
...at Christmas!"

(End of this chapter)