My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 594
"bring it on!"

Ethan picked up the cup and thought for a while: "Nice to meet you."

"A lot of people say that."

Tyler forced a smile and took a sip of whiskey.

"I didn't expect you to be so famous." Ethan pointed to the TV and put down the empty glass.

"You really don't know me?"

Taylor choked, patted his chest and said, "You don't usually have any entertainment?"

"Of course!" Ethan shrugged and said, "I usually like to go to the striptease, will your song be played in the strip club?"

"Maybe I've heard it before, but I don't know it's your music."

"Forget it, you must have never heard of it."

The corner of Taylor's eye twitched. She never thought her concert would be linked to a strip club.

She took another sip of whiskey and continued to ask:
"By the way, where are you from?"

The other party is the person who will protect him personally for the next three days, but now he only knows his last name, and outsiders will not believe it when they hear it.

Bodyguards and personal assistants are the closest of them, and they are the last line of defense. It is very important to get to know each other better.

But these things, Ethan is not clear.

He only regarded himself as a passerby, chatting with strangers.

"The Keystone State."

He pressed the remote control to switch channels: "Pennsylvania."

"really?"

Taylor's voice became surprised, and a little happy.

"It seems that there is no need to deceive you." Ethan looked at Taylor: "Do you have any friends in Pennsylvania?"

Logically, it should be like this, otherwise how could there be such a reaction.

"Well, it seems that you really don't know me."

Tyler leaned back on the sofa dejectedly: "I grew up in Pennsylvania."

"Come on, don't I know you now?" This was really unexpected, Ethan stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Get to know me again, I'm Ethan Morgan."

"Chicago Police Department, a plainclothes detective from the 21st Precinct Intelligence Unit."

"You're right, we know each other now."

Taylor looked at the clean and slender fingers in front of him, and put his hands together: "Taylor Swift, singer."

The palms of the two shook slightly, and then let go, Taylor flicked the short blonde hair: "Your position sounds more domineering."

"It's okay, more people know you."

Ethan replied to her, and the two looked at each other and smiled, becoming a little more familiar.

Looking at the gleaming silver pistol on the table, Taylor asked curiously, "Is this your gun?"

"Yes."

Glancing at the python, Ethan nodded.

"How is it different from other people's guns?" Taylor gestured to shoot, and at the same time narrowed one eye: "I think other people's guns are all black, not handsome at all."

The movements are a little cute, like a little girl.

"You can choose." Ethan took out a cigarette, and after obtaining the consent of the other party, he bit the cigarette butt and lit it, and said lightly:

"It's fine if you can kill people, it doesn't matter if you're handsome or not."

"Does that mean you killed someone?"

Tyler hugged the pillow tightly and took a cautious sip of whiskey.

She has been well protected since childhood.

In terms of career, it can be regarded as smooth sailing, without any setbacks.

Although I have experienced the scene of being dissed in public, compared with the things discussed now, it is simply a trivial matter.

"Don't you have any security personnel?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette ash and asked back.

"I'm the boss, they're employees." Taylor shrugged. "They don't talk to me about these things."

Her eyes lit up: "You didn't deny it."

"That's it. Can you tell me what it feels like?"

"Also, what happened at that time?"

"Aren't you a celebrity?" Ethan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you so gossip?"

"Whoever tells you that celebrities are not allowed to gossip."

A voice sounded from behind, and Bellis came out with a cup: "You two guys, don't call me for drinking."

"What are you talking about, gossip about?"

"I asked Mr. Morgan what happened when he killed someone?" Taylor still did not give up, and continued to ask: "Please, tell me, we won't tell."

Not only her, but Bellis also sat down quickly, their eyes full of curiosity.

For them, Ethan's career is also full of mystery.

Something rather interesting must have happened to a young detective.

This thing is much more exciting than watching a horror movie.

"First of all, I don't know which time you want to know specifically."

Ethan snuffed out the cigarette butt, grabbed the python and strode away: "Secondly, it's getting late now, you should rest."

He didn't answer at all, and stretched into the small room near the front door.

"Boom."

Looking at the closed door, the two people in the living room looked at each other.

"He killed more than one person."

Taylor swallowed, and said with certainty.

"And he's very attractive." Bellis bit her lip and said, "But he's really handsome."

"This way~~~"

Taylor drew his accent and winked at his sister: "Don't you have his number?"

"Forget it." Bellis took a sip of whiskey:
"It's too domineering, I don't like this."

"What about you?" She asked Taylor in turn: "This is a police detective, aren't you interested?"

"Shut up and drink!"

Taylor glanced at the closed door and picked up his glass.

The next day, Ethan woke up very early.

Looking at the small room, he blinked and turned over to get up. It was only five o'clock in the morning and the sky was gray.

There was already a knocking sound outside the door.

After washing, he opened the door.

"Breakfast is ready." Bai Lisi sat on the sofa and said listlessly: "I asked the hotel staff to prepare a set of clothes for you, you can change!"

"Size should be fine, trust my eyes."

At the doorknob, there was a whole black suit, shirts, and the like.

"Thank you."

Ethan originally planned to go home and change clothes.

It would be uncomfortable if he didn't change his clothes for a day, not to mention that he was still wearing jeans and the bloody T-shirt from yesterday, so he looked too unprofessional in terms of what he was wearing.

Pick up the clothes, return to the room to take a shower and change.

Bellis's vision is extremely vicious, and the whole set of clothes is very suitable and does not affect her actions.

Not fancy, but not bad either.

There is also a pair of sunglasses hanging inside, put it on and make a gesture, then put it away.

Throw the changed clothes into the trash can and walk out of the room.

There was no one in the living room.

There was a voice from the restaurant next to him. He put one hand in his pocket and walked over.

"when!"

The dinner fork in Chloe's hand dropped and hit the dinner plate with a crisp sound.

Seeing her mouth open, Taylor and Bellis followed Chloe's gaze and looked back, also looking surprised.

(End of this chapter)