In America, the winner takes all.

Chapter 396 Paradise Lost

"This topic may be a bit serious, let's talk about golf." The big golden retriever continued to control the girl wearing a polo shirt and short skirt in his arms to swing.

The golf ball flew in an arc and landed not far from the hole.

This made the girl very excited.

"I saw a report in PLAYBOY magazine. There is a golf club in Phoenix that holds special competitions every week. The contestants are all women, but they must be honest... Do you understand what I mean?" The golden retriever thoroughly Relax and turn to the girls around him. These girls are all young girls who were arranged to go to the island by Ghislaine.

Several girls didn't understand for a while.

"It's like this." The golden retriever turned his hands.

Someone at the scene shouted excitedly.

"Look at this thing, you won the best form award of the year." His eyes lit up, and then he looked at the other "golf girls".

"What are you doing standing still? This friend of mine can't wait any longer." The golden retriever pointed at Ethan beside him.

In the end, the young girls took off their clothes one by one, and they were not shy. The golden retriever mingled with them. The atmosphere was very relaxed, and the girls' faces were filled with smiles.

"You should learn to play golf. Football is a bit rough compared to it. Golf is the passport to the upper class." The golden retriever said to Ethan.

"Let's come together." Two frank girls also came to Ethan's side and hugged Ethan's arms on one side and the other on the right.

With the golden retriever imparting his know-how and the help of several girls around him, Ethan quickly mastered the golf ball and played it well, especially the movements after the swing, which attracted unanimous cheers from the girls present.

"awesome!"

"You are very talented."

"And very handsome."

Almost all the girls had gathered around Ethan at this time, but left the big golden retriever in the cold.

The golden retriever is already fifty years old this year, while Ethan is just a young man in his early twenties. His broad figure and angular face are all the best for the golden retriever. It is natural that the girls are more interested in Ethan. .

"I was very handsome back then, okay?" The golden retriever twisted his orchid fingers and smiled helplessly.

In his spare time, Ethan continued to find out the inside story from these girls. Among the five young girls present, two were from the surrounding areas of Miami, Florida, one was a model recruited by MC2 Model Company, and the other two were from people around him. Friend was recruited by Epstein's associates.

Three of them landed on the island for the first time.

To Ethan's surprise, they did not feel that they were being recruited, but were hanging out on the island as Epstein's "friends."

Not only this island, they can also freely enter and leave other properties owned by Epstein, such as Mar-a-Lago.

Let's take it a step further. An ordinary teenage girl is lucky enough to get the attention of a financial tycoon from Wall Street who has a top social circle and can be close to his luxurious life at any time. Perhaps no one can resist this temptation. Of course they will accept the invitation and get closer to Epstein.

And after young girls have tasted the sweetness, what should they do in the face of Epstein’s requests? Should we stick to the bottom line, or... lose the bottom line?
There are only 0 and countless times to break the bottom line.

Then came the fascination, at which point Epstein would introduce them to other people he knew.

At this stage, except for a few, the vast majority can only accept it.

Later, after they became thoroughly familiar with Epstein, they began to bring in their classmates and friends. This forms a perfect closed loop.

"Our relationship with Epstein has always been on the rise, not on the decline." A girl said at this time.

Epstein was good at creating a dream of "being an upper-class person" for young girls, and in line with the goal of "increasing relationships", he finally built such a lost paradise.

As for the Harley whom Ethan had met before, she was the sober one, just for money, and didn't care about these "false dreams" at all.

After finishing their golf activities, Ethan and the Golden Retriever went to a restaurant to have a meal.

The restaurant only has private rooms, obviously for the privacy of guests. Ethan and barrister Len Dershowitz ran into each other in the corridor. At this time, Len Dershowitz was accompanied by a young girl, and the two were talking and laughing.

"Ethan, you must not tell Knaus and Ivana about what happened on the island." The golden retriever reminded Ethan while eating.

"I just don't want to make these two angry." The golden retriever reiterated.

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A private plane slowly landed at the airport on Little St. James Island, and all the models who stepped out of the plane were extremely tall, slender and thin.

Standing under the steps, senior broker Jean-Luc Brunel was already waiting for them.

"Welcome to your arrival..." Then he began to explain the rules of this island, his words full of admonitions and warnings.

"I'm afraid you have heard on the plane that the status of guests on the island is extremely noble now. This means that if you spread some unfavorable news, it will not only ruin your career, but even put your life at risk." He slowly said road.

The model whispered.

"Of course, the premise is that we will not force you to do anything on your own. This is just an ordinary transaction. I am just introducing you to some resources. Whether you can grasp them depends on you." Jean-Luc Brunet I then turned to comfort.

He then put the models on golf carts and headed to the party venue in preparation for the special gathering that was about to take place.

And when the models got on the car one after another, one of them was still standing there.

"Do you have any more questions?" Jean-Luc Brunel asked.

It was a young girl with blond hair. Even though she was wearing flat shoes, she still stood taller than Jean-Luc Brunel.

She has a pair of eyes that can speak. Any man may only need to look at her once, and those eyes will be deeply imprinted in his mind. Together with the facial features that show no emotion, this face is like a goddess in ancient Greek mythology. There is a hint of "divinity" that is inaccessible to mortals and inviolable.

Divinity, this is the word that comes to mind of Jean-Luc Brunel.

Being used to seeing models, he had to admit that this was a face worth "tens of millions of dollars".

This ethereal thing like "temperament" is often crucial to models. Some models always have exquisite facial features, but when put together they always look like puppets that have lost their souls. But for some models, they don't have the same facial features at all. No training is needed, just standing there can bring about a strong aura.

Such women are what brands and photographers dream of. They can give "soul" to the clothes they wear. It is now popular to call these people "supermodels", such as Gisele Bundchen, who has risen rapidly in the past two years. .

In an instant, the balance of this face was broken. She showed a trace of uneasiness and was obviously worried, and this worry completely broke her temperament.

This reminded Jean-Luc Brunel that she was not a supermodel now, but just a wild model, and he could do whatever he wanted.

"I feel a little uncomfortable." The other party said uneasily.

"Uncomfortable?" Jean-Luc Brunel nodded.

It's not so much uncomfortable as it is retreating.

"There is a dedicated general practitioner on the island. Do you need them to do a comprehensive examination for you? You'd better really have a problem. If I find out that you are stalling for time, some people may not be happy. You Do you know what this means? It means that you are completely eliminated. No brand or photographer will find a delicate model to shoot. This is the only way for every model. He said quite familiarly that he had a complete set of words on how to advise. He spoke very fast, but with a slight French accent, and the girl opposite was not a native English speaker, which caused difficulties in communication between the two, but in the end, under Brunel's coaxing and deceiving skills, The hesitant girl finally got into the golf cart.

"Tell me your name?" Brunel asked at the last moment.

"Karolina Korkova." This time she finally understood.

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In the distance is the magnificent seascape of the Atlantic Ocean, and in the distance are the lush artificial plants on the island. Such beautiful scenery does not make Karolina Korkova feel even better.

By this time she had realized she had made a mistake.

This so-called "private platform performance" is a complete and utter transaction.

The agent just sold him out because he didn't want to sleep with him? FUCKING SHIT!

Karolina Korkova moved to New York from her native Czech Republic when she was fifteen last year to start her professional modeling career. Although she is still young, she quickly established herself with her dazzling talent.

It's just that as she is still junior, she doesn't know the details of MC2 Model Agency, so she can be regarded as passively joining the pirate ship.

Anyway, transactions are two-way, and there are ten thousand ways to avoid them.

Karolina Korkova, who was already alert, thought of a countermeasure.

As the golf cart arrived at its destination, Carolina entered a large dressing room. She refused the makeup artist's request to put makeup on herself and instead did it herself.

She chose dark red lipstick and applied it very hard, trying to apply it as thickly as possible.

Looking at the face with weird thick lips in the mirror, Carolina looked very satisfied.

But that’s not enough. Next, apply brown blush, emerald green eye shadow, blue eyeliner, add some sequins, and finally apply mascara twice to add a few moles to yourself...

nailed it!
Carolina stood up, and the model she bumped into immediately screamed in fright.

Carolina is very satisfied with the result. She dresses up as a monster, so she won't be attracted by those big shots, right?
Since no one cares about me, there is no use value, and I can leave safely!
"Is this the makeup you put on yourself?" A voice appeared like a ghost at this time.

Carolina looked at Jean-Luc Brunel who was speaking, and her heart suddenly became tense.

But Brunel just nodded and said: "Not bad." Then he turned and left.

Carolina breathed a sigh of relief. The party officially started, and the prepared models took the stage one after another. Carolina took off her jeans and T-shirt and put on a medieval tutu skirt, covering her whole body tightly, not even her ankles were exposed.

Only then did Carolina discover that there was a simple stage where models would appear one after another.

"Do you really treat us as commodities?" Carolina cursed secretly.

But when she took the stage, she saw a mirror in front of her.

She knew that this was a single lens, and behind the mirror, those big shots were commenting on her.

do I look good? If you spit out your dinner, just think I'm helping you bastards lose weight. La Lorena thought happily.

Sure enough, on the other side of the single lens, Ethan heard many people complaining.

"Shit, where did this monster come from?"

"Is this from the Middle Ages? She looks even more old-fashioned than my grandma."

"She's in pretty good shape, but it's a pity."

"This way of self-protection is quite unique." Ethan smiled knowingly. At this moment, he was aware of the thoughts of the model opposite him.

After the models appeared one after another, Epstein stepped forward and announced the bidding process.

"Those who have successfully bid cannot bid a second time for the same target. The highest bidder will take precedence!"

Then came the simple time of raising placards. After all, everyone had a share, and the competition was not too fierce. Except for a few cases that caused multiple rounds of bidding, there were also a few failed bids.

Soon it was the turn of the one who deliberately acted ugly, and as expected, no one raised their hands.

Then there is the model that attracted the most attention this time. She is a colleague of Giselle and the others, a serious Victoria's Secret Angel.

The one left at the end was of course the finale, and many people immediately placed bids. Soon prices hit new highs.

Seeing that the competition became more and more fierce, everything came to an abrupt end with Bender's sign.

No one wanted to compete with Bender, who clearly had a special status.

As for Ethan, he felt that these were a bit boring. Especially compared to Giselle and Isabelle Gole, these models were several levels behind. After seeing them, Ethan missed Giselle even more...

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Karolina Kukova and two other models had returned to the dressing room at this time, and none of the three were noticed by any big shot.

"Your luck is a bit bad tonight. Maybe you will have better luck next time. As per the old rules, you will be put on the plane later and return to New York. Everyone will also get an extra tip." Brunel He also came here at this time and said to the three people.

Karolina Kukova finally let go of her hanging heart. Just when she was about to leave with the two people, she was stopped by Brunel.

"That guy from Eastern Europe, you have to stay." Brunel ordered, a smile forming on his lips.

Ever since he saw her face, Brunel couldn't forget her, and even felt a little pity, how could those people inside appreciate her beauty. But when he saw Carolina deliberately acting ugly, he felt that his opportunity had come, so he immediately came to the backcourt and intercepted Carolina.

"What do you want to do? It's over. This is the territory of the U.S. Virgin and the laws of the United States also apply!" Carolina found that he was blocking her way and immediately warned.

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to talk to you. Do you know who I am? I am the co-founder of NEXT. I can make you a super model! As long as you nod and agree. In addition, I have to remind you that here It’s a U.S. Virgin, but it’s also an island.”

"Unless you can swim back to the east coast, you can't leave!" Brunel rushed over and immediately grabbed Carolina's wrist.

Carolina was so anxious that she raised her foot, and the pointed high heels accurately hit the vital part. Luc Brunel's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he fell to the ground clutching the vital part.

Carolina immediately ran towards the exit, only to find that the door had been completely closed and she was desperate.

"You damn poster, I'm going to imprison you on this island! When you get tired of it, I'll let you overdose and no one will care about your death." Brunel struggled to stand up , the smile on his face is approaching fanaticism.

Carolina had no choice but to run in one direction, but she tripped over the narrow hem of her skirt and fell to the ground.

Just as Brunel was about to catch up, Carolina suddenly saw another figure appear in her sight.

"I didn't expect it to be so lively here..."

Carolina heard a voice, raised her head and saw an exceptionally tall and muscular man...

(End of this chapter)