My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 289
After signing the share transfer agreement, the lawyer left the office, and he had to complete the follow-up work.

Soon, the door was knocked again.

The waiter came in with a plate covered with a stainless steel cover.

After finishing his business, Ethan took the tray and walked to the conference table aside to eat.

When the dust settled, he whetted his appetite.

After a while, a good filet mignon was eaten clean.

It was almost time now, and with the help of the female assistant, Nora checked her makeup for the last time.

Ethan drank the table wine in one gulp, took out the white napkin tied to his collar and wiped his mouth: "It's all right, you are the queen here tonight."

"Of course." Nora raised her chin proudly.

"Let's go."

Ethan took a step back and stood behind Nora.

A group of people walked out of the meeting room and came to the terrace on the second floor.

The band in the hall on the first floor also stopped playing at the right time, and the guests who came to the reception also gathered together, eager to meet the new female chief.

While Nora was giving a speech, the old god Ethan was on the ground scanning the crowd below.

When all the guests enter the venue, they will go through strict security procedures. The chance of someone bringing a gun in to assassinate him is very slim, and he is just pretending.

After the thunderous means of the tribal council, all those who opposed were convinced, and they would not come here at this time to make trouble.

As for Borden, Proctor died at the hands of the Red Bones Gang. He would not be so stupid as to vent his anger on the tribal chief. Now he and Rebecca are in internal and external difficulties.

Proctor died, and a lot of people wanted to eat human blood buns. Dealing with these people was enough for the two of them to suffer.

Ethan's wandering eyes stopped and he grinned.

Brock was standing in the crowd below, wearing a crisp dark blue uniform with a sheriff's badge on his chest.

He stared dumbfounded at Ethan, who was standing behind the female chief, wearing a handsome suit, and didn't even know that the champagne glass in his hand was tilted.

Moving his eyes, he saw another acquaintance.

Amy King also came to the scene, wearing a khaki Chino Police Department uniform.

On her body, she also wears the sheriff's badge, but she doesn't seem to be very comfortable with this occasion, and she is a little restrained in her gestures.

When she saw Ethan, her eyes were a little dazed.

There have been some big changes recently. I became the sheriff inexplicably, and the town police of the Banshee Town Police Department also stood behind the chief. I don't know how this trick changed.

Nora's welcome speech ended quickly, and the gathered guests dispersed one after another.

Next, under the leadership of Thompson, Nora continued to greet the guests who came to the reception, which is also an important way to make contacts.

When he met Brock in the corridor on the second floor, after congratulating Nora, he couldn't help but keep looking at Ethan.

Ethan couldn't help laughing, and walked aside with him.

"Is this what you said you'll know later?" Brock leaned against the guardrail.

Ethan raised his glass: "That's right."

"Alright."

I don't know how Ethan hooked up with the new chief, but Brock was still happy for him:

"It's not bad to be a bodyguard, it's much safer than us, and it doesn't have to be so tiring."

"This job is indeed better than being a town police officer."

After finishing speaking, Brock thumped Ethan's chest: "If I said earlier that you found this job, I wouldn't have discouraged you."

"you misunderstood."

Ethan shrugged: "I'm not a bodyguard."

"Mr. Morgan now owns the shares of Chino Moon Casino and is also a partner of our Chino Tribe." Thompson walked over in due time.

He nodded to Brock, turned to look at Ethan:
"Mr. Morgan, there is nothing else to do next, you can take a rest."

"Ok."

Ethan took a sip of his wine and smiled.

He was getting impatient for following Nora just now, and being courteous to people he didn't know.

Thompson turned to leave, hastening to follow Nora.

acid.

Visible acid.

Brock wrinkled his face as if he had picked a few lemons.

I am afraid that my brother will suffer, and I am afraid that my brother will drive Lu Rover.

Now that he drank the champagne in his mouth, he felt sour.

What kind of talk is this, shares, partners, is this a matter of opening Land Rover?Ferrari is probably fine.

Seeing the expression on Brock's face, Ethan laughed:
"Please, what's wrong with you?"

Gritting his teeth, Brock said enviously, "You lucky bastard."

He didn't bother to ask how the shares came from. He only knew that his brother was well-off now, and he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes, and the sheriff's badge didn't look so good anymore.

"It's just a small stake."

Ethan stretched out his little finger with a smile on his face, and pinched a little bit on it: "Enough to eat and drink, don't worry about it."

Brock took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and patted Ethan on the shoulder heavily: "No matter how much it is, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

Ethan nodded: "You don't have to tell Emmett, I like to keep a low profile."

Brock rolled his eyes and drank the sour champagne in one gulp.

After he left, Ethan walked back abruptly, walked through the hall on the second floor, and walked to the back terrace.

In the backyard below, there were also people everywhere.

Tonight, Nora's house was extremely lively. Next to the large swimming pool, there was also a buffet table, and people walked over from time to time to bring exquisite meals.

Ethan looked at the starry night sky and finally took a breath.

The whole house is now the cleanest place.

As soon as he took out his cigarette and lit it, footsteps came from behind, and a crisp female voice sounded: "Can I have one?"

"of course."

Ethan turned around and handed over the cigarette case and lighter: "Amy?"

"What, don't you know me?"

Amy King brushed her long black hair behind her ears and brushed her fingers over her earlobes.

She took the cigarette case and lit a cigarette skillfully.

The town police are under a lot of pressure, work is boring, and they often face life and death crises. The few people he knows all have a hobby of smoking to relieve stress.

"Thank you." Amy handed back the cigarette case, exhaling a puff of off-white smoke from her delicate red lips.

"Small idea."

Ethan took the cigarette and put it back in his pocket.

"I'm not talking about this." Amy raised her hand and poked hard on her sheriff's badge: "I'm referring to this, and Thompson has told me."

Ethan saw that the badge flicked a few times following her movements, and couldn't help flicking the soot, it was so elastic.

"Whatever you mean, it's a small thing."

He said without squinting: "Yaz is a waste, and you are the sheriff, which is very suitable."

Noticing Ethan's gaze, Amy blushed slightly, and raised her chest slightly: "The house here is too big, can you accompany me to find the bathroom?"

Looking at the sheriff's badge on her chest, Ethan raised his eyebrows:
"No problem at all."

We are all grown-ups, and some things are clear when you pick them up. Ethan is happy to be a happy plumber.

(End of this chapter)