My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Hmm~"

Ethan coughed lightly and glanced at Nora: "I also saw a lot of men milling around you. I wonder which one have you chosen, Miss Langcide?"

Compared with herself, this woman is even more exaggerated.

A single female chief in her twenties.

Billionaire.

She is a unique presence in the Chino tribe, and she controls an aboriginal casino that makes a lot of money every day, plus she has a beautiful appearance.

It is impossible to say that no one has any ideas about her.

If you win the favor of the female chief, all your efforts and years of hard work will be in vain. Even your descendants can follow suit, let alone become the chief of an aboriginal tribe in the future.

This is a billion dollar baby!

The silk gown clung to Nora's body.

The waist even drew an astonishing arc, shrinking sharply and then suddenly expanding, tightly wrapping the buttocks.

That flash of bright red made her look like a blazing flame.

But this woman obviously has an extremely cold face. In contrast to each other, Nora tonight gave people a contradictory temperament of ice and fire, which attracted many attentive bees and butterflies.

As soon as the conversation changed, Ethan had a faint smile on his lips:

"To be honest, I like the one in the red dress the best, especially the pretty girl with gold earrings."

As soon as these words came out, Nora chuckled.

Her cold face bloomed like a flower, making many men who paid attention to her look infatuated.

"It doesn't matter who you want to marry."

The female chief put away her smile and said coldly: "But before that, you have to give me a son. The Chino tribe needs someone to inherit it."

"Pfft~~~"

A squirt of champagne hits the glass wall.

A violent coughing sound also sounded. Fortunately, this was a corner and didn't attract too many people's attention.

Nora waved her hand back to stop the waiter who wanted to come over to clean.

"I was serious."

She pursed her lips and looked calmly at Ethan, who was slapping his chest: "The bloodline of the Langxide family needs to be passed on, and I will not let the career I have worked hard for become nothing."

"Alex is Alex and Nora is Nora."

The female chief turned her head and looked at the night scene in the distance energetically: "I will take good care of his children, but since I have taken over as the chief, I have to start rewriting the history of the Chino tribe from here."

"No matter who you marry, you must give me at least one son."

"I deserve this!"

"What's that?" Ethan finally regained his composure and pointed out cautiously: "Actually, I just asked you why no one built commercial facilities next to it."

Such words came out of nowhere and almost choked him to death.

Ethan has always adhered to one principle.

That is, safety facilities must be in place, just pick up your pants and go, and never be sloppy.

He would commit suicide from time to time, because he didn't want to leave any fatal clues to his enemies, especially blood relatives who could be held hostage to death by accident, and it was easy to take advantage of them.

So he mumbled Nola’s words casually.

"Don't underestimate the Chino tribe."

Nora folded her hands on her chest and said casually: "Didn't you notice that the place connecting with Banshee Town is surrounded by various facilities?"

"Without my permission, most of the passenger flow would not be attracted at all."

"Besides, there is no way to develop this area without a certain amount of funds. Some advantages cannot be obtained casually. If you don't agree to it, I will cut you off with a pair of scissors."

The words changed so quickly that he almost missed Ethan’s waist.

It seems that this girl has made up her mind!

"Please."

He shook his head and said helplessly: "You have to give me some time to think about it. After all, it is such an important thing."

Undecided in times of trouble.

drag!

"What are you afraid of?"

Noila could see through his little thoughts at a glance, and said calmly: “Want to drag him over?”

"In terms of financial ability, you have no problem raising a hundred children. What's more, this is my son. His surname will be Langside, not Morgan, and it won't cost you a penny."

Hearing this, Ethan's face darkened.

"Afraid of being blackmailed?"

Noila continued to say unhurriedly: “There are really people who want to deal with you, but they can’t find those women of yours?”

"Catch anyone, won't you save them?"

"Finally." She glanced over and took a big sip of the champagne in the glass: "You fight with people everywhere. If something unexpected happens, don't you want to leave a mark on this world?"

Ethan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his silence, Noila waved her hand and said in a somewhat depressed tone: "I will give you time to think about it, but do you also have to think about me?"

"I need the company of my relatives, and more importantly, the continuation of life."

Her expression looked very disappointed.

He pursed his lips and left with heavy steps.

I thought that the other party would be happy to have a child with me, but I didn't expect to be greeted with silence.

She needs to have a goal to fight for, not just the illusory glory of the Langxide family. If she has no descendants, the so-called glory is just making wedding clothes for others.

The red dress swayed and quickly disappeared into the elevator.

Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Ethan sighed secretly and gently shook the champagne in the glass.

The dinner is still going on.

His task tonight was to get to know people. He drank up the remaining small glass of champagne and placed the empty glass on the tray in the waiter's hand. He cheered up and joined the crowd, chatting and laughing, as if nothing had happened.

After nearly an hour, the guests gradually dispersed.

Some go home, and some go to the casino to play a few games.

Ethan walked into the elevator by himself, entered the password and clicked on the top floor.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened, and the red dress she wore just now was hanging casually on the armrest of the sofa, fluttering in the breeze.

The lights were bright, but Noila was not seen.

He tore off the tie that had tied him up all day and threw it aside, and threw his coat on the sofa.

I walked a few steps to the side and saw smoke filling the balcony. The aboriginal beauty was lying in the outdoor bathtub, enjoying the surging water.

A bottle of red wine was sitting on the edge of the pool, most of which had been drunk.

Ethan took out the red wine from the wine cabinet, opened it, and then strode out of the large balcony on the top floor.

The cold wind whistled and the stars shone brightly.

Standing on the steaming outdoor jacuzzi, you can overlook the entire land of Banshee Town and the Chino Tribe, which makes you feel proud.

"Um?"

Noila wiped the sweat from her face, picked up the wine bottle next to her, rolled her eyes and said, "I thought you had gone back to rest, Dear Mayor!"

Hearing this, I felt a little annoyed.

"Wow."

Ethan shook his head and chuckled, waving his arms.

The bright red wine poured out, quickly dyeing the water in the bathtub into light red, and the aroma of the wine immediately spread.

"Dear Chief Runcid."

Throwing the clothes aside, Ethan comfortably submerged his body into the surging hot water, closed his eyes and said, "If I don't stay, how can I give you a little chief?"

The water jets from the nozzle hit his body, making his muscles sore and making him groan softly.

The sound of drinking wine suddenly stopped, and the air became quiet.

Then the water splashed violently.

The naked female chief danced and jumped over excitedly.

"Ouch~ don't get excited."

Ethan smiled and welcomed the kisses that fell like raindrops. His arms moved the water and he took the happily laughing Nora into his arms. (End of chapter)