Late at night, the waves were still crashing on the shore. The night was very quiet, with a few crows cawing in the corner of the garden.
A private area was located away from the beach. It was surrounded by a high fence, so didn’t appear like a resort hotel. The inside of the fence was guarded and monitored, and bodyguards with pistols were stationed at each corner. It looked like a dangerous place.
On the second floor of the villa, a high-power telescope was hidden behind the curtains. A man approached the window and drew the curtain, covering the telescope.
“Has everyone arrived over there?” In a soft voice a woman asked. She sat on a sofa on the other side of the living room, which was filled with lavender-scented candles and the scent of soothing.
“Zayden Collins’ son has just arrived. Almost everyone on the list is here.”