My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 661: Limited Ability
"Good evening, Mr. Morgan."

As soon as the phone was connected, a pleasant greeting sounded from the opposite side.

"Hello."

Regardless of whether the psychiatrist was still at the scene, Ethan said with a chuckle, "I didn't expect you to still remember my name."

"of course I remember."

Jenny, who was the planner of the moving party last time, asked happily, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Late night party."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the sofa: "Can you expand and talk about it?"

"Of course, no problem." Jenny's voice immediately became brighter:
"It's the escort service provided by our company. The girls are all Chicago models and college students. They all work part-time in order to earn some living expenses or improve the quality of life."

"Is that so."

Ethan was very kind, and said softly:
"It sounds like they're not doing well financially and need some help."

"That's right, I really need help." Jenny followed his words and said seriously: "Don't worry, these girls are all voluntary for their own lives to be better."

"They all signed a non-disclosure agreement, and they will have regular physical examinations, absolutely no problem."

"So." Ethan asked:
"If I want to do some good deeds, how much will I need to pay?"

When Jenny heard that there was something interesting, she quickly said:

"One person per night, ranging from three thousand to five thousand."

"Will it be a little expensive?" Ethan was a little moved, haggling habitually.

"Mr. Morgan, what we focus on is quality."

Jenny said neither humble nor overbearing: "I believe that you will definitely feel the fun of it, and according to the corresponding consumption, we also have corresponding scene layout and wine gifts."

"Okay." Ethan hesitated for a moment, and in the anticipation of the other party, he said:
"I want ten."

"The ability is limited, so let's help these for the time being."

"Pfft!" The psychiatrist who was drinking water on the opposite side sprayed all over the floor. Under Ethan's strange eyes, she coughed and said:

"I'm so sorry, my throat is a little itchy."

It's hard to imagine what kind of thing would cause such a brazen person to have mental problems.

Ethan waved his hand, saying it was okay.

"Yes, Mr. Morgan."

Jenny on the opposite side said happily: "I'll send you the information now, and after you've selected it, you can just send me a message."

As soon as the phone was hung up, a notification tone sounded soon.

Ethan clicked on the link and scratched his chin. Unexpectedly, there are so many people who need love and support.

Information such as age, measurements, occupation, height, and appearance is clear at a glance.

In many materials, which school and major they are studying are also clearly marked.

White, black, yellow, brown, everything.

Professional, really professional.

After poking east and west, we quickly settled on tonight's pool theme party.

In just one night, more than $4 disappeared.

But it doesn't matter, I mainly do charity, and I will criticize the life of capitalism by the way.

Putting down the phone, Ethan looked at the psychiatrist and asked seriously: "In this case, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

"As long as it makes you happy."

The psychiatrist spread his hands: "If you can relax your mind, then there will be no problem."

As a psychological counselor, what kind of people have never seen.

For her, this kind of thing is just a child's science. Compared with those super rich who bought islands in the Caribbean to become emperors, this kind of thing is simply not worth mentioning.

This is the kingdom of money, and the life of the rich is unimaginable.

Now that he figured out the reason, Ethan didn't continue talking nonsense here, and left soon.

As soon as I got home, the phone rang.

The iron gate was opened, and a silver BMW drove in with an Iveco.

Jenny and he almost arrived at Hyde Park. They shook hands, and Ethan let her in. The staff behind carried the big and small bags from Ivecoli and moved them in.

A party, of course it has to look like a party.

No matter what it is, superficial work needs to be done.

For one thing, there is no need to be so direct.

Second, it also adds some emotional appeal.

While he was cooking dinner alone, a huge canopy was set up above the swimming pool in the backyard.

Heating equipment, also placed a few next to the swimming pool.

Blurred atmosphere lights, pull up.

A variety of colorful drinks are on display.

Colorful petals and bobo balls float on the swimming pool, and the inflatable water bed is also gently swaying with the smoky water.

Jenny bought a set of audio equipment.

After eating, when Ethan walked to the backyard, two staff members were adjusting the equipment next to the oven.

"I said, what's the use of getting this thing?"

He handed Jenny a bottle of beer: "Come on for me?"

"Thank you." Jenny took it with a smile, shrugged and said, "It's a party without music."

This is true, the two touched the bottle.

Soon Jenny and the staff left, and half an hour later, the doorbell rang again.

Extend the courtesy car and slowly walk around the water feature wall.

A group of white girls and Latin girls came out of the car one by one. Ethan leaned against the door and watched all this cheerfully.

All of them have long legs and walk beautifully.

The doctor's suggestion is really good, and I feel very happy now.

Most of these people are students, and everyone is full of energy.

Before they entered the door, they all smiled and kissed Ethan, and then walked in quickly.

Inside the house, it quickly became lively.

Yingying and Yanyan all changed into wet bikinis and threw themselves into the swimming pool happily.

These people all acted as if they were here to attend the party, especially since the host here was a handsome young man. There was nothing more wonderful than this.

Holding a glass of cocktail, Ethan stood by the pool and raised his hands:
"party time!"

"Haha."

"That's right, happy hour begins."

A large group of girls rushed forward with charming smiles, and within two or three strokes, they stripped him clean.

"Jingle Bell."

The phone next to the jacuzzi rang, and the Latin beauty quickly picked it up and handed it to Ethan.

Picking up the phone, it turned out to be Jean.

"I'm Ethan."

He pressed answer and took a sip of the cocktail handed over from the side.

"It's me." Gene's voice sounded, and he asked in a panic, "Are you back in Chicago?"

"uh-huh!"

Ethan nodded and moved back.

There were five people sitting in the large bathtub, which seemed a bit crowded.

"I'm in trouble."

After being quiet for a while, Gene continued to ask, "Can you help me?"

"I'm at home." Ethan looked at the alive and kicking rabbit in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Come here now, and talk to me if you have anything to say."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Without saying a word, Gene immediately hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)