My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Jia Bo kept silent and held the wine glass tightly.

Hood quickly stood up: "Ethan, please, don't do this."

"Forget it." Ethan shook his hand and walked out of the bar.

Jiabo knows very well, he follows the rules in everything he does, and he always does things in a timely manner. He is not the kind of person who is sneaky.

The whole thing was instigated by Carly. In fact, as Hood said, everyone is a team and will not ignore the situation when encountering difficulties.

Carly did this to show that she didn't trust them.

She subconsciously felt that if she asked them to help, she would have to share the benefits.

If you are caught doing something bad, there is nothing wrong with a sincere apology.

After all, she was raising money for her son's medicine, but she still acted as if she had her own way, and even spoke rudely to Emmett and the others, which made people angry.

As soon as Ethan started the vehicle, Jabber opened the passenger door and got in.

"Send me back."

Jia Bo said a word and then closed his eyes.

Ethan said nothing and started the vehicle.

After a while, Jiabo said in a deep voice: "You know I'm not that kind of person."

"Don't I understand you yet?" Ethan turned the steering wheel. "You know with your butt that it has nothing to do with you."

Jia Bo breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes: "Then what are you going to do?"

Ethan turned his head: "Carly?"

Jabber nodded.

"She can do whatever she wants." Ethan shook his head and said, "I will never want to cooperate with her again."

Jia Bo opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

He was also angry now. Carly could use her son as a shield, but he couldn't blame everything on Carly.

Early the next morning, Savoie Gentlemen's Club.

In the office, after intense negotiations, Alex’s fingers holding the briefcase turned white. He tightened his cheeks and said:

"I have already made a concession. I will give you 10% of the slot machine share and a management fee. You still want 5% of the shares. This is impossible."

Proctor glanced at Boden sitting next to him and said calmly:

"The five percent shareholding is the result of a discussion between your father and I. You were also present at the time."

"But." Alex stood up.

"No buts." Proctor interrupted Alex with a wave of his hand.

He stared at Alex with a hint of threat in his tone: "If you think I don't deserve these shares, I will find a way to prove to you that I am worth the price."

Boden stood up and took two steps forward.

Alex felt the pressure on his back and clutched the briefcase with both hands: "How can I hide such a huge sum of money in the account book?"

"Don't worry about this, you will find that I am very talented in this area." Proctor also stood up and stretched out his arms: "Don't worry, I will help you hide the money perfectly."

"You'd better do it." Alex glanced at Boden and patted Proctor's hand helplessly.

As he strode out, Proctor spoke again:

"I suggest we meet every week from now on to review the accounts, if you know what I mean."

Alex stopped with a complicated expression and gritted his teeth.

At this time, he already regretted not listening to Nora's words. After Proctor, the hungry wolf, entered the scene, he bit him one after another, without giving him any chance to breathe.

He even suspected that if he agreed to take 5% of the casino's shares, there would be other things waiting for him.

Alex nodded stiffly, then opened the door and walked out.

As he walked through the club's dressing room, he paused.

Rebecca sat on the stripper's changing seat, picked up a sexy translucent bra and gesticulated on her body.

He didn't notice at all that there were several shirtless strippers standing next to him, all his eyes were on Rebecca in a white skirt.

Seeing the way she was gesturing with that sexy piece of clothing, and thinking that she was Proctor's niece, Alex felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

"Can I help you with anything?"

Rebecca noticed Alex peeping in the full-length mirror in front of her, quickly put down her bra, and turned back dissatisfied.

"fine."

Alex suppressed the urge and turned to leave.

Rebecca was keenly aware of something, a hint of sneer appeared on her lips, she threw the bra on the dressing table, got up and walked to the office.

"waste."

After Alex closed the office door, Proctor sneered.

An opponent of this level would only make him feel boring.

He loosened his tie, poured two glasses of brandy, picked up a glass of wine and returned to his seat: "Have you received any reply from your business partners in Philadelphia?"

"Yes, those people expressed strong dissatisfaction with our failure to deliver on time."

Boden adjusted his glasses: "I have already conveyed your apology to them."

Proctor rubbed his head with both hands and said with a headache: "Seize the time to build a new laboratory, contact them again, and tell them that we will resume supply as soon as possible, and we will make compensation when the time comes."

"clear."

Boden wanted to say something else, but at this time Rebecca opened the door and came in.

After she closed the door, Proctor took the initiative and asked: "How is the investigation of the situation in the warehouse going?"

Boden handed the wine glass to Rebecca: "The bomb was detonated with a mobile phone, and no clues were left at the scene."

"No way to track it?"

"Yes."

Proctor's face was gloomy, and he tapped his fingers on the table for a while:

"We are conducting an internal search now. I have been running this place for several years without any problems. Someone must have betrayed me."

"clear."

Boden nodded: "There's one more thing."

One thing happened after another, and Proctor was a little irritable:

"You go on."

Boden said in a deep voice: "The slaughterhouse has had power outages several times in the middle of the night these past few days, and a lot of our beef has gone bad."

"Farke, this bastard got into trouble with us." Proctor gritted his teeth and grabbed the wine glass.

It was just a female cousin who died. I didn’t expect that bastard Hood would really choose the right time to cause trouble for himself.

Although there is no evidence, it can be seen from the frequent patrols in the past few days that he believes that the Banshee Town Police Department must know that the bombed place belongs to them.

Rebecca took a sip of wine and asked in a low voice:

"Then what should we do now, continue to arrange people to cause trouble for them?"

"No need, he just wants to anger me and make me show my weaknesses."

"What about our losses?"

Proctor knocked on the table and said in a deep voice:

"Although I also want to take revenge, now is not the time to make a big move."

"It's just pennies compared to the casino."

"The new casino in Kino Moon is almost built. Before that, we need to finalize the agreement with Alex."

Proctor stood up and put on his suit jacket: "But proper warning is essential, we can't always focus on these trivial things.

He looked at Rebecca: "I'm going to chat with the police chief. You can stay here first."

When the room was empty, Rebecca walked to the desk and stroked the tabletop.

She moved to the large office chair, hesitated for a while, and slowly sat down.

Sitting in this position, an inexplicable desire for power surged into my heart.