My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

All good things come to an end.

After a few days of rest in Mexico, Ethan got on a plane to New York with $10 million.

As for where Beatrice went, he didn't ask.

The other party didn't say anything either.

What that woman needs is healing.

It can be seen that she does not intend to have any contact with anyone she knew before and wants to start a new life completely. Ethan expresses his blessing for this, whether it is Hawaii, New Zealand or running to Northern Europe.

With that guy's assets, she could live the life she wanted.

And his steps will not stop.

When I drove the Dodge Challenger back to Banshee Town, the original white scene had disappeared. The ice and snow continued to melt, and wisps of green began to appear. There was a vibrant atmosphere everywhere.

Although the weather is still cold, it is no longer as chilling as before.

Spring is getting closer and closer.

Lowering the window and speeding on the country road, the wind and waves disturbed the hair.

The fresh air refreshes the heart and lungs.

There are large areas of farms, pastures and forests on the roadside, and from time to time you can see herds of cattle moving slowly. Compared to Juarez in the desert, this scenery is like paradise.

Come back after solving the problem.

Seeing the scenery in front of him again made Ethan feel very good, and he was bobbing his head to the country music playing in the high-end car stereo.

Before I knew it, a patrol car was following behind me.

"Woo~"

The siren blared twice, and the lights flashed.

Hearing this noise, he frowned and glanced at the dashboard. The pointer was firmly within the speed limit range. He turned on the turn signal and slowed down the car. He turned the steering wheel and drove into the wasteland on the side of the road.

This is a Banshee Police Department vehicle.

I don’t know who recognized me, but probably wanted to say hello.

The police car stopped and the door opened.

A long leg stepped out from inside. The dark blue town police uniform was originally a bit loose, but it was stretched tightly by the plump thighs, making it look a little tempting.

Ethan raised his eyebrows when he saw the policewoman walking out of the car.

Cruz.

I didn't expect that the female patrol officer who seemed a bit unruly would be her.

In the rearview mirror, the other party clasped her duty belt with both hands, strode over with her ponytail swung, and a faint smile on her lips. It was obvious that this tall policewoman was in a good mood.

"police officer."

Ethan put his hands on the steering wheel and asked with a smile, "Am I speeding?"

"Mr. Mayor."

The policewoman walked to the driver's seat and shook her head slightly: "You are not speeding, but the radio is a bit loud. I want to remind you to pay attention to driving safety."

That's what patrol police are like, they take charge of the world and the land.

There is no division of responsibilities. From handling traffic violations and noise complaints to fighting with gangs, everything falls within the scope of authority.

It's not a big deal for him to be stopped like this.

Although it is a bit deliberately looking for a reason.

"Feel sorry."

Ethan smiled and nodded, reaching out to turn down the volume of the car radio: "I'll pay attention, but just call me Morgan. The current mayor is still Hopewell, not me."

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether the other party wanted to find fault with me or flatter me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan."

Cruz waved his hand quickly and explained quickly: "I just want to congratulate you, and have no other meaning. By the way, long time no see, where are you coming back from?"

"Thanks."

Ethan tapped the steering wheel lightly, keeping a smile on his face: "I went to New York for a few days."

To be honest, I'm not very familiar with him.

There is no need to discuss too many personal life matters with the other person.

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch. More than a week had passed. He didn't know what was going on at the construction site now. He was about to go for a walk there.

The meaning of chasing guests is obvious enough.

He didn't notice that the Rolex in his hand had caught Cruz's eyes, and the woman's breathing became heavy. She had seen this model in a magazine, and the official price was $250,000.

Plus this six hundred thousand dollar modified muscle car.

This is money that she will never earn by working in her lifetime, and it is also something that she will not be able to enjoy no matter what.

"Feel sorry."

She cleared her throat and her expression became serious: "Actually, I stopped you on purpose just now, thinking that maybe we could have something to talk about."

"oh?"

Ethan suddenly became interested.

He signaled to the other party, then took out his cigarette and made a gesture of listening.

"if you do not mind."

Cruz pointed to the cigarette case and shook his two fingers: "Can you give me one?"

This road was relatively remote, as was the case with rural roads. Sometimes not a single car would pass by for ten minutes or even half an hour. She was not afraid of others seeing her smoking.

It doesn't matter if you see it.

"Thanks."

After lighting the cigarette, she slowly exhaled the smoke, leaned over the roof of the car with one hand and looked inside: "Actually, it's like this. You will be our boss soon, there is no doubt about this."

He sat in the chair while the woman leaned over.

Moreover, two buttons on her police uniform were unbuttoned, and the collar of her long-sleeved shirt hung naturally. Ethan could notice the plump hemispheres without looking deliberately.

Black bra, tightly wrapped.

White light came out from inside.

Between the puffs of smoke, the scale seemed a bit scary.

Cruz didn't seem to notice the unscrupulous gaze of the other party. She chewed her cigarette and continued: "I mean, maybe we can change the way of cooperation."

"Let you be my boss, the real boss."

"Private."

When the other party puts on this look, they are not afraid of being seen by others, especially since this behavior is clearly for their own benefit.

So Ethan is not ambiguous either.

He looked at her carefully for a while, until goosebumps appeared on the woman's face when he saw her, and then he raised his eyebrows: "I don't quite understand what you mean, can you make it clearer?"

As soon as I returned, someone rushed to the door to express their loyalty and surrender.

It shouldn’t be! Could it be that he is handsome again?

Ethan touched his chin.

"I am a very capable person." There were only two people here, and Cruz did not hide it: "I don't care what I do. I think a big shot like you should need black gloves!"

"Yes, you have many friends in the police station."

She exhaled the smoke and said frankly: "But there are some things they can't help you with, and I don't care. As long as I have money, I can do anything!"

"actually."

The policewoman smiled slightly and stared into Ethan's eyes: "You must be an upright person and you will definitely serve the citizens of Banshee Town."

"But there are always things you have to do to serve yourself."

"Maybe there's something I can do to help with those things, what do you think?"