My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The motorcade drove all the way to the Four Seasons Hotel in the city center.

Under Bellis' command, the Ford Interceptor separated from the convoy.

Ethan drove the vehicle into a special driveway, and several people took their belongings and arrived at the floor where the presidential suite is located through a special elevator.

At his suggestion, the things carried by the staff were carried up by the waiters.

If it is not necessary, try to reduce your contact with other people.

When they walked into the presidential suite, Chloe and Bellis both wanted to see Ethan's jokes, and their eyes frequently fell on him.

The other party is just a young police detective with a monthly salary of several thousand. This place is completely different from his usual living environment.

Even Taylor was observing him, this guy was dragging himself all the way.

It had to be said that she also wanted to see Ethan make a fool of himself.

To their surprise, the young police detective was relaxed and at ease, not feeling any discomfort at all.

To put it bluntly, this is just a very luxurious large suite, nothing big, and compared to my own residence, it is even worse.

But when he stood next to the glass curtain wall and watched the night view of the city outside, he was slightly shocked.

Overlooking the busy traffic below, it gives people a high-spirited feeling.

Seeing his accustomed look, the women were deeply bored and immediately arranged a place to live.

Taylor was the master bedroom, and there were four other rooms. The agent and assistant each claimed one, and Ethan chose the room closest to the door.

Regardless of the three busy women, Ethan himself didn’t bring anything with him.

He walked to the side, took out a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, then sat comfortably on the sofa and turned on the TV.

It was also my first time to be a bodyguard and I didn’t understand anything.

Anyway, as long as they can keep Taylor's life safe, they can do whatever they want with other things.

Three days passed by just being patient.

"There is a contract here, please sign it." After Chloe finished her business, she came over with a tablet: "This is the basic process, I hope you don't mind."

It's normal to have certain demands when taking people's money and doing things for them.

"of course not."

Ethan expressed his understanding and took the tablet and looked at it.

This is a temporary employment contract. The main thing involved is confidentiality and nothing else.

He read them all and signed his name.

Before the matter was over, Chloe asked for his communication method and email address, and sent all the next itinerary to Ethan.

"We need to keep these things in mind. We still need to maintain communication and make adjustments at any time." After Chloe explained the matter clearly, she said seriously: "There are still some things that I hope you can pay attention to."

"You are now Miss Taylor's personal bodyguard, so we will be living in the same place."

"But there are some places where I hope you won't break in."

"Stop it."

Ethan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo album: "I understand what you mean, no need to say more."

"Her, and her."

"Here, this."

"These are all my women."

In the few photos I found, the women in them were no less beautiful than Taylor.

Compared to Bellis and Chloe, it is much better.

Ignoring Chloe's stunned look, Ethan said with a smile: "Don't worry, I don't lack anything."

"So, don't worry about what I'm going to do to you."

Chloe looked at the man in front of her in shock and swallowed hard. There was indeed no shortage of women with this kind of appearance.

But how can we achieve this kind of shamelessness with a bit of calmness at the same time.

"Fine."

Chloe shook her head helplessly: "When you are outside the room, you still have to keep your clothes neat, okay?"

"no problem."

Ethan picked up the wine glass and gestured to her.

"This won't affect your work, right?" Chloe glanced at the wine bottle on the table.

"You don't care about me, and I don't care about you."

Ethan drank the whiskey in one gulp, took out the gun holster from his waist, and placed it on the table.

Thinking of what he said before, she couldn't point fingers at him, so Chloe could only nod, hoping that he would be more reliable.

After she left, Ethan drank wine slowly by himself.

If I didn't have to follow people all day long, this would be almost like a vacation.

After switching through several TV stations, he stopped and pressed the remote control when he saw a familiar figure.

"Pop superstar Taylor will hold a concert at Soldier Field on Saturday night, which is expected to attract more than 100,000 fans to gather near the stadium."

The host said excitedly: "This weekend the city center will be packed with people and the traffic will be extremely busy."

"For people going to the city center, I recommend taking public transportation to avoid traffic jams."

He continued: "Now switch the camera to Soldier Field, and manager Serra will share with us the grand occasion."

"Hello, everyone."

A bald man appeared at the bottom of the screen. He waved excitedly: "This is a great event in Chicago."

"All 75,000 tickets have been sold out. Can you believe it?"

The bald man waved his arms and pointed to the grass aside: "There will be a large number of fans who can't buy tickets and will gather outside the stadium to enjoy this party together."

"As you can see, there are already a lot of fans setting up tents outside the stadium waiting, which is really crazy."

Ethan's attention was now focused on his fingers.

A simple calculation shows that even if a ticket costs one hundred dollars, 75,000 tickets can be sold for US$7.5 million.

It is estimated that the total ticket price is more than 10 million, and the ticket price must be high or low.

For a location that costs a hundred dollars, I would probably bring a telescope with me.

The closer you are, the more expensive the ticket should be.

This is just a concert, and its ability to attract money is too strong.

No wonder they don't want the death threats to be exposed. There are too many interests involved.

If the concert cannot be held smoothly, the losses will be astronomical.

"Can't sleep?"

Putting down his fingers, Ethan asked without looking back.

The blip marked on the radar had left the room and quietly walked behind him.

"how did you do it?"

Taylor walked out from behind in surprise and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

The ground was covered with a thick carpet, and she consciously tried to tread lightly, but she didn't expect to be discovered.

"The smell of your perfume."

Ethan explained casually, and he picked up the wine bottle: "In view of what happened to you today, would you like to drink a little."

"OK, thanks."

Taylor picked up the pillow and stared blankly at the news about himself on TV.

I've been through so much today, it's damn hard to sleep.

I stayed in the room, feeling inexplicably scared. I heard a slight movement outside, so I walked out.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Taylor turned around and saw that the other person was drinking from a glass with no intention of moving.

She hugged the pillow and asked in confusion:

"Didn't you just ask me if I wanted some?"

"yes!"

Ethan nodded and pointed to the wine cabinet next to him: "If you don't bring a cup, how can I pour it for you?"

"Please, can you be a little gentleman?"

Taylor slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "Besides, I paid for the wine. If you help me get a wine glass, doesn't it count as ordering you to work?"

"It doesn't count, of course it doesn't."

Ethan smiled hoarsely, stood up and walked over to get a cup.

The tawny wine liquid crashed into the crystal clear crystal glass, and the smell of wine hit your nostrils.