My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 7 Welcome Party
The next day, Ethan came to Miles restaurant as usual.

I saw Brock sitting in the corner, reading a newspaper while sipping coffee.

"Good morning, Brock, what's new today?" Ethan sat down opposite him.

Brock put down the newspaper, "Boring newspaper, foretells a boring day. The 76ers won the game last night. Did you read it?"

"No, after dealing with an incident with Emmett last night, it was too late and I couldn't catch up."

Ethan shook his head while talking, "Fortunately, you were not on duty. The neighbor reported the case. When we arrived at the scene, it was too tragic. That woman shot her husband's and her boyfriend's chrysanthemums to pieces."

Brock looked at the brown coffee in the cup, hesitated, and put the cup down.

"You bastard, I'm leaving first. We're going to court to attend Hood's swearing-in ceremony, and there will be a welcome party hosted by Kay Proctor in the evening, don't forget."

Ethan nodded. The controller of the underground forces held a welcome party for the new sheriff, and of course he would not miss it.

After Brock left, he waved to the waiter.

The waiter came over quickly, still holding a plate of cakes in his hand.

"Good morning, officer, this is the strawberry flavored cake I just made, let me give you a taste."

Ethan glanced at the nameplate on her chest, "Dalia, thank you, you can just call me Ethan, please bring me another cup of coffee."

"Okay, Ethan, it'll be fine soon."

After Dahlia gave Ethan a sweet smile, she twisted her waist and left.

Looking away, Ethan picked up a spoon and dug a piece of cake into his mouth.

"Well, it tastes really good."

Back at the police station, I saw Hood standing in front of the full-length mirror awkwardly arranging his clothes.

Ethan went over to help him tidy up his back collar, looked at the person in the mirror and said, "Isn't that clothes you're used to?"

Hood was tucking the hem of his clothes into his pants, and when he heard Ethan's words, his hands paused.

Ethan pretended not to see it: "It must not be easy for you to come to Banshee Town from the west by yourself. If you need help, just ask."

Hood in the mirror looked at Ethan sharply, and Ethan continued to say calmly:

"Martin Star Dry Cleaner has a cooperative relationship with our police station. If you think it doesn't fit, you can ask them to help you make it better."

Hood turned around. "Thanks, I think it fits me well."

"That's good, let's go, it's time to go to court to take an oath." Ethan patted Hood on the shoulder.

Looking at Ethan's leaving back, Hood suddenly smiled, wondering if he was too sensitive.

After the swearing-in ceremony was over and congratulated Hood, Ethan continued his work.

Time soon came to the evening. After Ethan went home and cleaned the kitchen utensils, he boiled half a pot of water and threw in the pasta he had just bought at the supermarket.

Although the inauguration welcome party in the United States must have prepared sumptuous food.

But few people eat and drink at the party, which is mainly a social occasion.

After filling his stomach and taking a shower, Ethan changed into a black suit and drove to Proctor's house.

Not long after, when they came to a private villa, the temporarily hired waiters were constantly hailing for incoming cars.

Under the command of the waiter, he found the parking lot and put the car away.

When he walked to the gate, he saw a car parked in front of him. The person in the car pushed the door impatiently, and Ethan stopped.

"Good evening, Mr. Hopewell."

"Good evening, Ethan, right? We met in court today." Gordon saw that it was Ethan, and squeezed out a smile.

After Ethan shook hands with Banshee Town District Attorney Gordon Hopewell with a smile on his face, he looked at the woman in black evening dress standing next to Gordon.

"This is my wife, Carly."

"Hi, nice to meet you, Mrs. Hopewell."

Ethan nodded to Carly, and then they walked into Proctor's villa together.

Walking across the lawn to the backyard, he immediately felt lively. After crossing, it was the first time he saw so many people appearing in one place.

It seems that although Proctor has a bad reputation, he still does a good job in interpersonal relationships.

Of course, there must be some people here who, like Gordon, came to join in the fun to save face for the new sheriff.

But at least the scene was maintained well, everyone was talking and laughing, a small stage was set up next to the swimming pool, and a small band was playing happily.

Ethan saw Brock and Emmett standing at the corner of the swimming pool, apologized to Gordon, then stopped the waiter who was passing by, took a glass of champagne from the tray, and gave Brock and the others a glass of champagne. go.

Clinking glasses with the two of them one by one, Ethan raised his glass and took a sip.

"Good evening, guys, what are you chatting about?"

"About yesterday's incident at the lumber factory, Ethan, you were also there. If Proctor hadn't appeared, look at that posture, Sheriff Hood would have killed the Moody brothers."

Brock said to Ethan with a puzzled face: "With his skill, don't you wonder what he has experienced before?"

Ethan shrugged. "You know, everyone has his secrets, and so do we."

"Ethan is right, Brock, aren't you satisfied that our sheriff fights hard?" Emmett agreed.

Brock shrugged his shoulders and drank the champagne in the glass in one gulp.

After chatting for a while, Ethan put down his empty cup and looked around. At this moment, a low cry came from the crowd, and a familiar figure accidentally knocked over the tray in the waiter's hand, staining his clothes. some pastries, and hurried off.

Isn't this Dahlia, the waiter at Miles' restaurant? "I won't tell you, I'll go to the bathroom." Seeing this, Ethan hurriedly followed.

The second floor of the villa, next to the bathroom.

Dahlia was annoyed and kept wiping the cake on her body in front of the mirror. Ethan stepped forward and took out a towel from the wooden box next to her.

"Good evening, Dahlia, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Ethan, my friends and I came to the party." Dalia looked at him in surprise.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see that waiter coming." Dahlia wiped the stains on her clothes in embarrassment.

Ethan gestured to the towel in his hand, "It's okay, do you need my help?"

"Okay, if it doesn't bother you."

"Of course not, it's my honor." Ethan said that it was not troublesome at all.

"Ethan, did you wipe the wrong place?"

"No." Ethan grabbed the soft towel suspiciously.

"Come on, let me show you how to wipe it clean."

Dahlia bit her lip and saw that there was no one around, she quickly opened the bathroom door, grabbed his hand, and pulled Ethan in.

Half an hour later, Ethan walked out of the bathroom. After washing his hands, he carefully found a sign that was being repaired and hung it on the doorknob.

Dahlia is exhausted, let her relax.

Those people were too rude just now, they kept knocking on the door.

Just as he was walking down the first floor, there was a "bang" gunshot from the backyard.

Then there was a roar of "Proctor".

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(End of this chapter)