My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After signing the share transfer agreement, the lawyer left the office and he still had to complete the follow-up work.

Soon, there was a knock on the door again.

The waiter came in with a dinner plate covered with a stainless steel lid.

After finishing his own affairs, Ethan took the tray and walked to the conference table nearby to eat.

When the dust settled, he had an appetite.

After a while, I finished a good filet mignon.

It was almost time now, and with the help of the female assistant, Nora checked her makeup for the last time.

Ethan drank the table wine in one gulp, took out the white napkin tied at his collar and wiped his mouth: "That's it, you will be the queen here tonight."

"Of course." Nora raised her chin proudly.

"Let's go."

Ethan took a step back and stood behind Nora.

The group of people walked out of the conference room and came to the terrace on the second floor.

The band in the lobby on the first floor also stopped playing at the right time, and the guests who came to attend the reception also gathered around, eager to meet the new female chief.

While Nora was delivering a speech, Old God Ethan was scanning the crowd below.

All guests will go through strict security procedures when entering the venue. The chance of someone coming in with a gun to assassinate is very slim. He is just pretending.

After the tribal council's thunderous methods, all the opponents were convinced and would not come here to cause trouble at this time.

As for Boden, Proctor died at the hands of the Redbone Gang. He would not be stupid enough to take out his anger on the tribal chief. Now he and Rebecca are in internal and external troubles.

Proctor is dead, and there are a lot of people who want to eat steamed buns with human blood. Dealing with these people is enough for the two of them.

Ethan's wandering eyes stopped and he grinned.

Brock was standing in the crowd below, wearing a crisp dark blue uniform with a sheriff's badge on his chest.

He stared dumbfoundedly at Ethan, who was standing behind the female chief, wearing a handsome suit. The champagne glass in his hand was tilted and he didn't even know it.

Moving his eyes, he saw another familiar person.

Amy King also came to the scene, wearing a khaki Chino Police Department uniform.

On her body, she also wore the police chief's badge, but she didn't seem to be very adaptable to this kind of occasion, and her movements were a little restrained.

When she saw Ethan, her eyes were also a little dazed.

There have been some big changes recently. I became the chief of police inexplicably, and the police officers of the Banshee Town Police Station also stood behind the chief. I don't know how this trick changed.

Nora’s welcome speech ended quickly, and the gathered guests dispersed.

Next, under the leadership of Thompson, Nora kept chatting politely with the guests who came to the reception, which was also an important way to make connections.

When he met Brock in the corridor on the second floor, he congratulated Nora a few times and couldn't help but keep looking at Ethan.

Ethan couldn't help laughing and walked aside with him.

"Is this what you said you'd know later?" Brock leaned against the guardrail.

Ethan raised his glass: "That's right."

"That's fine."

I don’t know how Ethan hooked up with the new chief, but Brock is still happy for him:

"It's not bad to be a bodyguard. It's much safer than us, and you don't have to be so tired."

"This job is indeed better than being a town police officer."

After speaking, Brock hit Ethan's chest: "If I had told you that you had found this job, I wouldn't have dissuaded you."

"you misunderstood."

Ethan shrugged: "I'm not a bodyguard."

"Mr. Morgan now owns shares of Chino Moon Casino and is also a partner of our Chino Tribe." Thompson came over at the right time.

He nodded to Brock and turned to look at Ethan:

"Mr. Morgan, there's nothing else to do next. You can take a rest."

"OK."

Ethan took a sip of wine and smiled.

He was already impatient after following Nora just now and being polite to people he didn’t know.

Thompson turned and left, quickly following Nora.

acid.

Visible acid.

Brock's face wrinkled up, as if he had squeezed a few lemons.

I am afraid that my brother will suffer, but I am also afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.

The champagne in his mouth now felt sour.

What are these words? Shares and partners. Is this a matter of driving Land Rover? Ferrari is probably fine.

Seeing the expression on Brock's face, Ethan laughed:

"Please, what's wrong with you?"

Brock gritted his teeth and said with envy: "You lucky bastard."

He didn't even bother to ask how he got the shares. He only knew that his brother was now prosperous, and he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes, and the Sheriff's badge didn't look so good anymore.

"It's just a small stake."

With a smile on his face, Ethan stretched out his little finger and pinched a little of it: "Enough to eat and drink, don't take it to heart."

Brock took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and patted Ethan's shoulder hard: "No matter how much it is, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

Ethan nodded: "You don't have to tell Emmett and the others. I like to keep a low profile."

Brock rolled his eyes and drank the sour champagne in one gulp.

After he left, Ethan Shiran walked back, passed through the hall on the second floor, and walked to the terrace at the back.

The backyard below was also full of people.

Tonight, Nola’s house was extremely lively. There was also a cold dining table next to the large swimming pool, and people walked over from time to time to pick up exquisite meals.

Ethan looked at the starry night sky and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This place is the cleanest in the whole house now.

As soon as I took out my cigarette and lit it, I heard footsteps behind me, and a clear female voice said, "Can I have one?"

"certainly."

Ethan turned around and handed over the cigarette case and lighter: "Amy?"

"Why, don't you recognize me?"

Amy King tucked her long black hair behind her ears and brushed her fingers over her earlobes.

She took the cigarette case and lit the cigarette skillfully.

The town police officer is under a lot of pressure, his work is boring, and he often faces life and death crises. Several people he knows all like to smoke to relieve stress.

"Thank you." Amy handed the cigarette case back, blowing out a puff of gray-white smoke from her pretty red lips.

"It's a small thing."

Ethan took the cigarette and put it back in his pocket.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Amy raised her hand and poked her Sheriff's badge hard: "That's what I'm talking about. Thompson has already told me."

Ethan saw the badge bounce a few times following her movements, and couldn't help but flick the ash, it was so elastic.

"No matter what you are referring to, it is still trivial."

He said without looking sideways: "Yaz is a loser. You are the perfect one to be the Sheriff."

Noticing Ethan's gaze, Amy blushed slightly and raised her chest slightly: "The house here is too big, can you accompany me to find the bathroom?"

Looking at the Sheriff badge on her chest, Ethan raised his eyebrows:

"No problem at all."

We are all adults, and some things are obvious as soon as you pick them up. Ethan is happy to be a happy plumber.