My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 329
"waste."

Booth cursed mercilessly, and walked out of the hospital with a cold face: "Then what did you do just now?"

The man in the leather jacket quickly followed his pace and reported in a low voice.

After seeing Ethan being picked up, he drove to chase after him.

But all the way to no avail, he could only gather his men and continue to search the whole city, mainly targeting the places where Mexican laborers often haunt.

Underground casinos, small bars, branch hospitals, and motels have all been turned upside down.

After such an intensive search, nothing was found.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take the risk of ineffectiveness and come back bravely, trying to borrow Booth's official strength.

When he came to the parking lot, Booth stopped:

"You mean, have you seen the license plate number of that car?"

"That's right." The man in leather opened the car door for him.

"You should have notified me sooner."

Booth shook his head helplessly: "We have been friends for many years, so how can we blame you?"

"With the license plate number, maybe we can find that person's whereabouts now."

"Sorry, boss."

Hearing Booth's words, the man in the leather jacket was ashamed, and carefully closed the car door for him.

"Boss, is it still the same place?"

The man in the leather jacket quickly walked to the driver's seat and started the car.

Thinking of his wife, Booth sighed silently in his heart. After a long time, he still wanted to satisfy her:

"go home."

"Ok."

The man in the leather jacket started the car and told Booth the license plate number he saw.

Booth waved his hands, closed his eyes and meditated.

It's been a busy day, and it's not too late to deal with it when you get home. In this state, no one can escape his palm.

Back home, when Booth walked into the house from the garage, he froze for a moment.

The house was silent, and even the kitchen was empty.

Could it be that April has gone out to fool around again, and where is his wife?

"Joan, April."

He tore off his collar angrily, ignoring the man in leather behind him, and shouted loudly.

"Boss, maybe it's in the backyard."

The man in the leather jacket thought of something and reminded him carefully.

Booth glanced back at him, pushed open the huge floor-to-ceiling glass door and walked back.

Walking straight along the cobblestone path, but didn't hear any sound, Booth was a little flustered, and he was relieved when he saw two people lying together on the beach chair.

These two mothers and daughters squeezed together to sleep.

Booth strode forward, trying to wake them up.

Looking closer, his face froze, and he felt a thirst in his throat. Joan and April hugged each other naked, their faces full of satisfied expressions.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Booth's heart beat faster.

Returning to his long-lost youth, he also quickly returned to himself. He hadn't experienced such an exciting feeling for a long time.

"Shh."

Booth turned his head viciously, his eyes full of bloodthirsty light.

The man in the leather jacket was standing behind a banana tree, carefully studying the pattern of the banana leaf. It seemed that there was some secret hidden in it, and his eyes fell deeply into it.

Feeling the gaze falling on him, the man in leather coughed:
"Boss, I'm going back to the house to use the toilet."

"Humph."

After watching the man in the leather jacket leave, Booth quickly walked over and picked up a large bath towel.

He looked at it carefully and covered it with a towel reluctantly.

"Wake up."

After several slaps by him, the mother and daughter finally woke up leisurely.

"Hey, Daddy."

April noticed that Booth was standing in front of her with a bad face, she quickly greeted him, showed a sweet smile, and hugged him:
"When did you come back? Mommy and I were sunbathing and fell asleep accidentally."

Feeling the soft body through a layer of towels, Booth turned sideways and wrapped her tightly with the towel: "Go back to the house and rest."

"Oh."

April stuck out his tongue at his mother, and walked into the house with light steps.

Mrs. Booth's expression was a little nervous. She was about to say something when she noticed that Booth's eyes seemed to be emitting fire.

"what!"

She let out a soft cry, and before she could make any response, Booth pounced on her.

Five minutes later, Booth stepped on the cobblestones and walked towards the house contentedly. I don't know what happened today, and the trail is extra slippery.

Her wife looked at Booth's leaving figure resentfully, and couldn't help but think of that person in the afternoon.

That strong waist and abdomen are like a pile driver.

Mrs. Booth didn't know when that person left, and she suddenly fell asleep.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip and stretched out her palm.

On the other side, Booth hooked his fingers on his jacket and walked into the house comfortably.

The man in the leather jacket was reading the newspaper on the sofa, as if he hadn't read anything.

Booth coughed, dropped his coat, and walked up the stairs to the office.

The man in the leather jacket quickly put down the newspaper and followed his movements.

It can be seen that Booth is in a very good mood now. He whistled and opened the office door, but the whistle stopped abruptly the next moment.

In the office, it was like a hurricane passing through.

The sofa was overturned, all the file cabinets behind were opened, and the files were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes.

The oil painting on the wall fell to the ground, and the safe door opened.

Booth's face changed drastically, and he ran over quickly.

Inside the safe, cleaner than a dog licks a plate, everything is gone.

His eyes turned black and his face was numb.

The man in the leather coat saw his boss shaking and was about to fall to the ground, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, put him on the office chair and sat down.

There were bursts of cold sweat on Booth's forehead, and the contents of the safe were fatal.

If it leaked out, it would not be enough for him to die many times.

"I'm going to call the security personnel up. What are these bastards doing? I didn't notice any movement."

The man in the leather jacket thought of the guards who were just like normal people when he came in just now, and he felt a sense of anger.

"do not go."

Booth came back to his senses and quickly stopped him: "Don't say anything, no matter who did it, there will be clues."

At this moment, a text message rang on the phone.

Booth glanced at the message, forcibly calmed down, turned on the computer with trembling fingers, and connected to the video.

"Good evening, Mr. Trace."

"Mr. Booth."

Tres on the opposite side of the screen was sitting in the swimming pool, enjoying the massage of the two girls behind him: "Your complexion is not right, what's the problem?"

"No problem, the weather here is a bit hot."

Booth quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead. If the other party finds out his mistakes, he will be the first to die.

"That's good, I'll confirm with you through video."

Tres took a sip of tequila: "Did you get what you did before?"

(End of this chapter)