My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 474 Hank's Informant

Step on the gas pedal, and the Dodge Challenger roars and throws the dames behind.

"All right!"

Ethan turned the steering wheel and glanced at Irene: "Anyway, I'm hungry now."

"I think you owe me dinner."

"Hahaha!"

Erin smiled and shook her head: "How about Burger King?"

"Walter Law?"

Ethan gestured to what he was wearing: "This is a suit worth more than 1 dollars. You want me to eat Burger King?"

"Okay then~"

Irene was just joking, and she asked with a straight face: "What do you want to eat? Tonight is mine."

"Just waiting for your words."

After a while, Ethan stopped the vehicle.

On the way here, he saw an Italian restaurant.

The decoration is good, and there are quite a lot of people in line.

From the looks of it, the taste shouldn't be that bad.

"Please, my salary is only a few thousand yuan a month." Irene looked at the luxuriously decorated restaurant next to her and said pitifully:

"Can you change one?"

"cannot!"

Ethan resolutely refused, he got out of the car, came to the co-pilot, and opened the door:

"Please, Ms. Lindsay!"

Erin dawdled for a while and had no choice but to bite the bullet and get out of the car.

Walking into the restaurant, there are no. 30 people standing next to the reception desk, all waiting in line.

"gentlemen."

The manager at the reception looked them over: "Do you have an appointment?"

Ethan nodded: "Yes!"

Irene rolled her eyes, this is a temporary decision, there is a ghostly appointment.

"Ok."

The manager opened the appointment list: "Please provide your name, thank you!"

"Franklin!"

With a wave of Ethan's palm, a green banknote floated down on the reservation list.

When the dollar clears the way, everything goes well.

But this time, it was a bit out of order.

"Sorry, sir."

The manager suppressed the money with a smile: "I haven't been able to find the name you reserved for the time being."

"Look again." Ethan waved his hand again:

"I'm sure it's up there."

"found it."

The manager stuffed the two banknotes into his pocket quickly, with a smile on his face: "Mr. Franklin, this beautiful lady, please follow me."

Irene took Ethan's arm and whispered:

"Are you crazy?"

"It's just a meal, do you want to do this?"

Ethan shrugged and followed the manager inside.

Don't you just want to feel comfortable after working so hard to earn money!

Problems that can be solved with a small amount of money are not problems.

Following the restaurant manager, I came to a corner inside. The decoration of the store is elegant, and there are copper wall lamps scattered on the wall.

The tables are also separated by green plants.

Among other things, the dining atmosphere is top-notch, no wonder so many people are waiting in line.

The manager put away the small cards that had been reserved on the dining table, nodded to the two of them, turned and left.

Already in the jaws of a tiger, Irene no longer struggled.

With the idea of ​​maxing out her credit card in a big deal, she frantically ordered through the menu, aperitif, appetizer, main course and dessert, all according to her own preferences.

In fact, it wasn't as exaggerated as she thought.

This meal cost her half a month's wages.

Ethan also ordered his own food, then called the waiter and gave some instructions in a low voice.

At the same time as the table wine was served, the wall lamp next to it was turned off.

Soon, under Irene's surprised eyes, the waiter carefully lit a few candles.

The candlelight is flickering, and the beauty is shining.

Ethan picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly:
"Hawaii's candlelight dinner is gone, and Chicago's candlelight dinner, I think it should be very good."

"Ok!"

Irene looked very satisfied, and raised the goblet to Ethan.

The Italian food here has been beautified, and the dining procedures have been streamlined a lot.

Although the steps are still cumbersome, the delicious food still makes Ethan calm down and enjoy it slowly.

When the dessert was served, he opened up the conversation: "You are not quite right today, is there any story in it?"

"Actually, I used to be Hank's informant."

Eileen knew that there was such a thing, she took a sip of wine and continued:
"He and his wife adopted me when I was 16 and rescued me from the streets."

Ethan was stunned, the amount of information was a bit large.

Just being an informant means a lot of things.

"You used to be?" he asked curiously.

"You can understand that I came out of a robbery gang."

Irene didn't mind either: "At that time, in order to survive, I did everything, such as petty theft, selling leaves and so on."

Speaking of the past, Irene's eyes flickered.

There is joy and there is sorrow.

"Hank then made another connection and put me in a private high school."

Irene smiled, and slowly put down the glass: "You know, this is for me to live a normal life."

"There, I made up a lie."

"Maybe it's because of low self-esteem, so I chose to do that. In the lie, my father is an executive of an overseas company, and my mother is an artist. They are not in China all year round."

"Soon, I integrated into the life of the school."

"You know, sorority, hanging out, shopping, playing, stuff."

The candlelight danced in Irene's eyes, and her voice lowered accordingly:
"A lie is always a lie, and it will be exposed one day."

"That day came very soon. In school, it didn't take long. There was news that my mother was a drug addict and my father was in prison."

"Rocks, gossip, and exclusion all come one after another, without missing a single one."

Ethan shrugged, took a spoonful of tiramisu and put it in his mouth.

"Later, Hank found the principal, and I don't know what kind of deal he made, so that the school continued to keep me."

Irene spread her hands and flicked her ponytail: "As a condition of the deal, I only need to show violent tendencies again."

"Even if it's just a punch, I will be cleared immediately."

"I knew it~" Ethan shook his head and smiled:
"How many people's asses did you kick?"

The corners of Irene's mouth turned up, she didn't answer his question, and said to herself:
"For Hank, for myself, I endured it."

"But for so many years, everything I have experienced still haunts me."

"I just want to prove to these people that even if I come from such a family, I can still live a good life with my own efforts."

"Until just now." Irene shook the wine glass:
"I just realized that the things that bothered me were actually not that important."

"I don't need to prove to those people how I am doing."

Ethan picked up the cup and touched her lightly:
"Campus bullying is a bitch. I'm glad you can step on this bitch."

"Thank you!"

As if a heavy burden had been lifted, Irene felt much more relaxed.

Being able to say these things proves that she has completely forgotten the impact of that experience on herself.

"You not only lied to your classmates, but you also lied to me~" Ethan scooped up the tiramisu.

After thinking about it, I still let it go, it's too sweet, I can't get used to it.

"what?"

Erin looked puzzled.

"You once said that your family is similar to mine." Ethan stretched out his hand, pretending to hit her: "I thought you were an orphan since you were a child."

Eileen did not hide, and said with a wry smile:

"One addict, one in jail."

"I have never been in charge of me, and I have never been given any support. What is the difference between this and an orphan?"

"Okay~" Ethan withdrew his hand awkwardly:

"That makes sense, and I can't refute it."

(End of this chapter)