My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

His eyes were cold and mad.

There is no need to think about what might happen, just seeing him like this, Taylor is very scared now.

If she didn't know that Chloe had just found the man in front of her, she would have thought that the man was that pervert just based on this one glance.

"I see."

Taylor clenched his fists and nodded silently.

"By the way." Ethan looked at Chloe: "After something like this happened, are you sure you still invite so many people below, is this a good idea?"

It was already very troublesome to encounter a neuropathy.

He is still entertaining guests at home, purely for the convenience of that psychopath.

"Don't talk to me about those business things."

Seeing how she wanted to defend, Ethan continued: "If you care about her life, find a way to find an excuse and reduce the number of people entering these days."

Judging from their performance, it seems that they have made up their minds to continue living here.

Then we can only reduce the possible risks by reducing the entry of irrelevant people.

Chloe opened and closed her mouth a few times, and flicked the tablet embarrassingly.

They originally wanted to create a normal appearance, so that the outside world could not be aware of what happened.

But now it seems that some things should be avoided.

"This is the person who knows the exact location of Taylor's room." Chloe sent the compiled list to Hank, and she continued:

"I'm going to tell the people below to leave now."

"Chloe."

Taylor stopped her: "Just say I'm tired and want to rest."

"Say sorry to them, I'll have another party another day."

"rest assured."

Chloe waved her hand and strode out of the room: "I know what to do."

These celebrities are also really tired. They have to consider everything in everything they do. If they are not careful, they will leave a bad name in the industry.

Looking at the list in Hank's hand, Ethan gave Chloe a thumbs up in his heart.

How about a strong woman? Not only the name, but also the approximate identity information is all marked on it, which is very convenient for their follow-up operations.

Most of them are the staff around Taylor, bodyguards, makeup artists and so on.

Of course, these people are not the only ones who know where she lives.

People here are also very likely to tell other people that this thing cannot be verified.

"I'll investigate their financial status and criminal records as soon as possible." Hank put away his phone, looked at Taylor and said, "Do you have any other information, such as enemies, conflicts of interests, etc."

In the absence of a clear goal, general investigations will start from these two aspects.

It's just that he is facing a psychopath now, and Hank is not sure if it will work.

Facing Hank's question, Taylor shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm in Vanity Fair, where either friends or enemies."

"Ok."

Hank shrugged, this question was for nothing.

There is nothing to say now, I can only go back first, and after I get to work tomorrow, I will investigate the list in my hand.

"Let's go first."

Hank said a cold joke: "If you plan to continue living here, give me a little suggestion, you can change a room."

"We will keep in touch with each other at any time if we investigate anything later."

This suggestion is worthless.

Hearing this Taylor shivered, he quickly stood up and shook hands with them: "I will accompany you down."

When they walked out of the door, the music below had stopped and the crowd had dispersed.

Chloe and a brown-haired woman with large and small bags hurried upstairs. The brown-haired woman had a fair complexion and a look of panic on her face.

"Bailes."

"Tyler, are you okay?"

The two hugged each other immediately, looking very close.

"Are you going?"

Seeing their appearance, Chloe extended her hand and introduced, "This is Taylor's personal assistant, who just flew over from Los Angeles."

"Hello."

The woman named Bellis walked over quickly and took out her business card: "If you can't reach Chloe, you can call me directly."

"I hope you can catch that pervert as soon as possible."

After receiving the business card, Ethan gave Chloe a helpless look. She had said before that she would keep it a secret, but in an instant, one more person knew about it.

"She's like my sister."

Taylor observed Ethan's expression and quickly explained.

Putting away the business card, Ethan shrugged.

A group of people went downstairs and came to the living room.

"Miss Taylor." A security guard greeted and walked over holding a transparent gift box.

Through the box packaging, you can see that there is a beautifully shaped big cake inside.

On the top of the gift box is a bouquet of flowers, which are extraordinarily delicate.

"Who sent this?"

Bellis, who had just arrived, stepped forward. She picked up the flowers and took a deep breath of their fragrance.

It's not surprising to receive some gifts from local celebrities when you hold a concert here.

"do not know."

The security guard chewed gum and said, "Just a delivery van, said to be for Miss Taylor."

Bellis walked back and took out the card inside the flowers:

"For the charming kitten, hope you enjoy it."

As soon as he heard the kitten, Ethan's hairs stood on end. He looked at the cake in the hands of the security guard, and the alarm bell rang.

"careful!"

He yelled, subconsciously stretched out his hand to the side, and wrapped Taylor's waist.

The 1.8-meter-tall man was lifted up easily in his hands like a doll, and within two or three strokes, he carried him to the sofa in the living room.

"what!"

Without reacting at all, Taylor was taken into the air and fell to the sofa. Taylor screamed in fright.

Hank was the second to react, throwing his manager and personal assistant to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden commotion left the security personnel holding the cake in a daze.

"Are you crazy?"

Chloe was thrown to the ground by Hank, her head hurt from the knock, and she roared frantically.

On the sofa, Taylor also looked at Ethan angrily.

"Feel sorry."

There was no movement, and the scene was extremely embarrassing. Ethan looked at Taylor who was under his pressure, and apologized repeatedly.

I was too sensitive to react, and thought it was a bomb.

He quickly let go of her arms and wanted to get up.

"Boom."

A violent sound came suddenly.

Countless bits of cake crumbs crackled on his body.

Followed by, there are countless spots of blood.

Ethan lay on Taylor's body, covering her tightly, and his prediction came true, which shocked him too.

He didn't raise his head until the sound of the explosion stopped.

The exquisitely shaped cake had disappeared without a trace, and the security personnel were covered with various unknown debris.

He shook his body and fell back heavily on the ground. (end of this chapter)