My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 37 Sports
After buying a box of pizza on the way at Dalia's request, Ethan drives to her place.

This is a small single-family house surrounded by greenery, which makes it very quiet.

After getting off the car, I heard music faintly coming from the house.

"Don't you live alone?"

Ethan closed the car door, looked at the lights inside the house, and asked curiously.

"Usually I live alone. Today my cousin came to visit me from Philadelphia. Counting the time, she should be here too."

Dalia chuckled and pushed Ethan to the door.

Ethan knocked on the door suspiciously, and soon the door was opened.

What came into view was a black-haired woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and wearing an OL uniform. Three buttons of her white shirt were unbuttoned, revealing her sexy collarbone. Her hair was hanging down on the black lace edge.

When she saw Ethan, her eyes lit up.

Ethan picked up the pizza box with a smile, and was about to speak when Cousin Dahlia put her index finger to her lips and shooed.

"You must be the pizza delivery guy, right?"

Ethan opened his mouth slightly, expressing his bewilderment.

"Thank you so much. You see, I am a housewife who has been unemployed for many years and has no money. Sir, please take pity on me. Can you accept other payment methods?"

She stroked her hair, bit her lip, and looked at Ethan pitifully.

Ethan understood in seconds, and was no longer confused in an instant. It turned out that this was the surprise that Dalia said.

He cleared his throat and said, "Madam, I sympathize with what happened to you, but I still have a friend, how about we discuss how to pay this bill together?"

"That's great, come in quickly."

The door opened, and Cousin Dahlia pulled Ethan into the house with Dahlia who was standing behind and giggling.

Early the next morning, Ethan was awakened by movement on his body. It took him a long time to open his eyes before the pupils came into focus.

"Are you awake?"

Linna leaned over and hugged him and said breathlessly, Dahlia was sleeping soundly next to her, wondering what good things she had dreamed of, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you to like doing exercises in the morning."

Ethan grabbed a cigarette from the bedside table next to him, and Linna took the lighter and lit it for him, "I'm tired, can you help me?"

"No problem, happy to help you."

He smoked a cigarette, turned over and started exercising hard.

Ethan returned to the police station with a yawn and bought a cup of coffee at Miles' restaurant. Dalia skipped work without any accidents. The restaurant was extremely busy this morning.

After eating breakfast, he received a call from Alma soon. Someone called the police and was harassed and asked him to deal with it.

According to the address provided by the informant, follow the road to a double-storey villa with a blue roof.

The wooden villas are scattered among several towering trees, and behind the houses is a large green lawn that is neatly built and the scenery is particularly charming.

Looking at the silver Rolls Royce parked in front, Ethan squinted his eyes. After finishing his equipment, he opened the door and got out of the car.

In the backyard, Proctor and a man in a light blue plaid shirt stood beside an old well.

"Gentlemen, I have received a report. Has something happened here?"

The man in the shirt saw Ethan in uniform, and he shouted dissatisfiedly into the room, "Deborah, didn't I tell you that you don't need to call the police?"

When Ethan approached, he held out his hand, "Hi Officer, I'm Tom, Tom Ramsay."

"I know you, the town priest, don't you?"

After Ethan shook hands with him, he looked at Proctor, "What are you doing?"

"Just to discuss some business, I will negotiate with Pastor Ramsay to acquire this land on behalf of Chino Moon." Proctor smiled helplessly.

Tom Ramsay made no answer, but went to the well, dropped the bucket and scooped up half a bucket of water.

He scooped up half a spoonful of water from the bucket with a wooden spoon and held out his hand to Proctor.

"I would like to invite you to take a sip of the water from my well."

"Not bad, very sweet." Proctor took the wooden spoon, tasted it, and handed it to Ethan, who waved his hand and refused.

"You're right, I'd rather drink water here than the tap, just like my great-grandfather."

Tom Ramsay patted the old wooden barrel on his hand and continued:
"When my son was born, all the church members in the town gathered beside this well to baptize him, and he will also baptize his son here in the future, so my final answer is to refuse , I will not sell this land."

"I understand your attachment to this land, Mr. Ramsay." Proctor handed back the wooden spoon. "I even admire your persistence. There are not many people with this quality nowadays."

"However, if you insist too much, you will become stubborn. This is not good. Look at this. I will give you double the market price. At the same time, I will help you find a piece of land nearby with the same area. Where can you re-drill a well? , I believe the taste will be the same.”

Tom Ramsay looked at Proctor and sneered, "I'm worried that if you help me find another piece of land, I don't know how many people will be forced to leave their homes."

Proctor's eyes became cold, and he approached Ramsay and whispered:
"Listen to what I said, you can choose to leave with double the cash, or you can choose to leave bankrupt, but no matter what, your land will definitely be in my hands."

"You can choose to do what you want, I will pray to God, you can't take my land."

"If God had favored you, He would not have let me appear before you."

Ethan hurriedly stepped forward, blocking the two of them.

"Hey, calm down, Mr. Proctor, I don't want to hear you make any more threats to Reverend Ramsay."

"Don't worry, I won't threaten the pastor personally. Think about it, I'll give you two days." Proctor pushed his hand away, straightened his suit, turned and left.

Tom Ramsay sighed heavily, dropped the wooden spoon, and trudged back to the house.

In the evening, when Ethan was walking through the parking lot with coffee, he saw Hood sitting on a bench across the street from the police station, and he turned around and walked over.

"Sheriff."

Hood glanced at him, then continued to break the bread in his hand and throw it on the ground.

Ethan sat down, beating his waist, and a group of pigeons flew over with fluttering wings, pecking at the bread crumbs on the ground.

"what about your friends?"

Hood froze for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your concern, he has arrived where he should go."

"You know what? I used to have friends like that too."

"No matter how you help this kind of people, they won't feel any gratitude in their hearts. As long as they see an opportunity, they will bite you like a hyena."

"And how did you do it?" Hood asked in a low voice.

Ethan shrugged, thinking of the friend in his previous life who borrowed money and didn't repay it, which broke his capital chain and made him heavily in debt.

"It's a pity that I don't have a chance, otherwise, I will definitely send him to where he should go."

"Don't worry about this kind of thing, it's not worth it." After speaking, Ethan stood up, "The good night has begun, let's just enjoy the moment."

(End of this chapter)