March 22. Yuehua Island, New York.

The moonlight island is like amber, surrounded by blue water, white sand is like the moon, steep rocks and green trees are hidden. It is located twenty miles east of New York, and is a paradise for vacation.

A white building stands on the island, about three stories high, with the north wall built against the cliff, the wall stands in the sea, blending with the rocks, steep and steep, spacious and vast on the south side, facing the sea, the surface of the building is all white marble, shining

Shengguang is called Yuehua Palace.

The first floor lobby is covered with burgundy carpets, the door handles are shining golden, and the ceiling is hung with long crystal lamps, which are extremely luxurious. A rectangular wooden table is placed in the center, with rose marble inlaid in the middle, and on the edge is

Water-shaped silver jewelry.

An old man was sitting upright on a nanmu chair. He was about sixty years old, short, sturdy, gray-white hair, fair skin, deep eyes, a hooked nose, and wearing cypress turtleneck underwear.

Dark blue suit.

He stretched out his right hand, pressed a copper button on the table, staring at the direction of the hall door, without saying a word.

A tall man, wearing a black suit, came out from somewhere. He walked to the front of the table, bent down slightly, looked at the old man respectfully, and quickly understood his meaning.

He walked quickly towards the door, like the wind, reached out and pressed the unlock key, and opened the wide and thick glass door.

A man hurriedly walked in, and his black curly hair was swaying around. It turned out to be Grace. He came to the front of the table, lowered his head slightly, lowered his hands on the outer edge of his legs, and said respectfully:

"Hello, Mr. Thomson!"

"Have the 'good' arrived?" asked the man known as Thomson.

"Yes. Leave it to George and was placed on Moonlight Island." Grace replied.

"Good job!" Thomson showed a satisfied smile on his face, "Is it going well? Didn't the tail be left?"

"Yes, sir! As the great you said, it went very smoothly," said Grace. "Paul was smart and didn't leave his tail."

"Very smart?" Thomson touched his chin with interest.

"Yes, sir. Paul is a rare talent, but his thinking is not stable and requires your education."

"No matter how violent a horse is, it's afraid of whips." Thomson's right finger swiveled around, "I have whips, go back."

"Yes, sir. Always wait for your call!" Grace whispered in a low voice, turning around and walking towards the door.

Looking at Grace's figure, Thomson leaned back, leaned his head on the back of the chair, a smile appeared on his face, immersed in beautiful longing.

The long-lost adrenaline stimulates every cell, and Thomson's heart is filled with desire and dreams to seize.

He pressed a red button by the table. Then, on the opposite wall, an image of a man in a white coat appeared quietly.

This is a middle-aged man who looks like a doctor, haggard and thin, with pale skin slightly red, and a hint of timidity on his face.

"I'm glad to talk to you, George," Thomson said.

"Hello, Mr. Thomson. I'm willing to serve you." George replied bowed.

"Is the 'good' okay?"

"Everything is OK, recovery is good."

"Bring him here."

"Okay, sir. I'll make arrangements right away."

"Thanks."

"I'm honored to serve you, Mr. Thomson. Goodbye!" George replied with a smile.

A motorboat, like a white sail, came from a distance.

Hearing the sharp whistle of the motorboat, Thomson stood up from the chair, with his hands behind him, stepping on the burgundy carpet, paced back and forth in the middle of the hall, staring straight out the window.
Chapter completed!