My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 828 Assessment
intelligence group.

Ethan picked up the coffee cup, and when he saw the photo of himself and Atwater in prison uniforms posted on the whiteboard, his eyes twitched.

After thinking about it, he smiled and shook his head.

Taking the cup, he quickly walked to the observation room, where a group of people were watching.

The shooter has been located, plus audio recording evidence.

A whole series of chains pointed directly at Grant. Under the joint interrogation of Hank and Orlinsky, his defense was quickly breached, and he was crying inside with snot and tears.

"Do you believe it?"

Ethan took a sip of coffee and said to Nadia who was standing next to him: "He is definitely not sad for Maya, nor is he remorseful for instigating others to commit murder."

"What's that for?"

Nadia was puzzled, and gritted her teeth to look at the person in the interrogation room.

When I was young, I didn't expect to do such a thing.

"This kind of person will never be upset about what he has done." Ethan patted her on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "The reason why he is crying is because of the great future he missed."

"Yes."

Atwater covered the wound on his cheek with an ice pack, and said, "I'm glad we touched where it hurts the most."

"It doesn't matter, there is a basketball court in the prison."

"He can show off his talent there."

"Hahaha."

There was a low laugh in the observation room.

"and also."

Ethan stretched out his hand to Atwater, and the two fists collided: "Show others his immature chrysanthemum."

"Yo~~~"

Irene pushed Ethan in disgust: "Don't be so disgusting."

"correct?"

She thought of something, and asked excitedly: "When you are inside."

"Shh."

Ethan, Antonio, and Atwater all turned their heads in unison, and their warning gazes fell on her face, looking murderous.

"never mind."

Irene pinched her fingers and made a zipper movement on her mouth very playfully.

The interrogation will end soon.

What awaits Grant is prison life.

Standing by the window and watching the transfer van leave, Atwater sighed. He walked to the whiteboard and slowly took down Maya's photo.

No matter what, he finally had an explanation to that mother.

Sheriff's Office.

Ethan sat on the office chair, writing hard.

Unknowingly, there was a thick stack of paperwork and reports here again.

"Boss."

Nadia knocked on the door and walked into the office: "This is what your lawyer asked me to forward to you, saying that everything has been settled."

"Thank you."

Throwing the pen aside, took the file bag.

Ethan stretched his waist and looked at Nadia, who was wearing a black skirt and a white shirt, showing a graceful figure.

"Wait a moment."

An idea suddenly came to his mind, and he stopped the other party from leaving: "I haven't cared about you for a while. How have you adapted recently?"

Nadia stopped walking out. She quickly turned around and pushed her hair behind her ears:

"pretty good."

She smiled at the corner of her mouth: "I am very happy, I feel that every day is very fulfilling."

"That's good." Ethan scratched his face and said with a smile: "Since you have been here for a while, I think it is necessary to evaluate your business ability."

Hearing this, Nadia clutched her hands nervously.

She hadn't heard of it before, and she still had to assess her professional ability, which made her frown slightly, and her expression became tense.

"Well, let me test you."

Ethan gave a dry cough, and gently patted the pile of documents beside his hand:

"Writer report, can you write it?"

"what?"

Nadia's red lips parted slightly, with a look of astonishment.

The little girl came to her senses quickly. She gave a grin, walked closer, smiled and bent down to pick up the paperwork report in front of Ethan: "Irene taught me, don't worry, I can write."

"If you don't mind, I will write for you in the future."

The black lace is looming in the gap between the buttons of the shirt.

Nadia's hair was blown by the air conditioner, a few strands fluttered and gently scraped on her nose.

"How embarrassing that is."

Ethan smelled the perfume and rubbed his nose: "Then I'll trouble you."

"It's ok."

Nadia turned around with a smile and walked outside.

Why didn't I realize that this girl is so knowledgeable and interesting, um, an excellent employee, you can pay more overtime pay.

Watching her leave with satisfaction, Ethan grabbed the file bag that had just been placed on the table,
It is heavy and quite thick.

It shook a bit, and there was a crashing sound.

Could it be.

Ethan thought of something, and quickly untied the rope above.

When I opened the bag, my eyes lit up. Inside were various contracts and documents proving the purchase of the house, as well as a large bunch of keys.

It took several days, and the procedure was finally done.

He looked up to the outside, and a group of people from the intelligence team were chatting and spanking.

Grab the file bag and put it in the space under the table,
Consuming a batch of cash and harvesting a house brought a smile to his face.

Looking at the time, it's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Well, after working so hard today, it seems reasonable to take a sneak peek.

He turned off the computer casually and walked out of the office.

"Clap clap."

He clapped his palms and attracted everyone's attention: "Everyone did a good job in this case, especially Atwater, I commend you once."

"It's all I should do."

Atwater waved his hands, not daring to take credit: "This was a team effort."

"Ah."

Ethan nodded. He glanced at his watch and continued, "I'm going to talk to an informant. I'm leaving first. I'll call if I have anything to do."

"As for you, you are all tired."

"If anyone wants to chat with the informant, they can leave at any time, it doesn't matter."

The faces of the members of the intelligence team became strange.

What kind of ghost informant, everyone is a human spirit, and you can hear the meaning behind Ethan's words.

Those who want to leave work can leave now.

"Yes."

Rusek stood up with a smile: "I remembered, and I made an appointment with an informant for dinner."

"Me too." Irene shook her head quickly, her eyes sparkling:
"I haven't been to a spa with an informant in a long time."

A group of people laughed when they looked at me and you. Ethan waved his hand and walked downstairs quickly.

After taking a shower, I made another phone call and went out.

Get in the car, wander around the streets of the South District, turn east and west, and park the car at a motel after about ten minutes.

The car door closed, and he walked to the room where the cleaning trolley was parked not far away.

From far away, you can hear a burst of laughter.

Leaning against the door frame, Ethan smiled and looked inside. Fiona and Veronica were wearing cleaner uniforms and laying bedding inside. Both of them were bent over.

The hips twisted and twisted, and the scenery was charming.

Not knowing what joke was said just now, Veronica laughed a few more times.

Sensing the gaze falling behind her, Fiona quickly turned around and cast a vigilant gaze.

"what!!!"

When she found out that it was Ethan, she screamed happily and rushed over.

(End of this chapter)