My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Good evening, Mr. Morgan."

As soon as the call was connected, a pleasant greeting sounded from the other side.

"Hello."

Regardless of the fact that the psychiatrist was still present, Ethan chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to still remember my name."

"of course I remember."

Jenny across from me, the organizer of the last moving party, happily asked: "How can I help you?"

"Late night party."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the sofa: "Can you expand on it?"

"Of course, no problem." Jenny's voice immediately became more energetic:

"It's the escort service provided by our company. The girls are all Chicago models and college students. They all work part-time in order to earn some living expenses or improve the quality of life."

"That's right."

Ethan was very kind-hearted and said softly:

"It sounds like their financial situation is not very good and they need some help."

"Yes, we do need help." Jenny followed his words and said seriously: "Don't worry, these girls are all trying to make their lives better, and they are all voluntary."

"They all signed confidentiality agreements and will undergo regular physical examinations. There is absolutely no problem."

"So." Ethan asked:

“If I wanted to do something good, how much would it cost?”

When Jenny heard that there was something going on, she quickly said:

"One person per night, ranging from 3,000 to 5,000."

"Isn't it a bit expensive?" Ethan was a little moved and bargained habitually.

"Mr. Morgan, what we focus on is quality."

Jenny said without being humble or arrogant: "I believe you will be able to feel the fun, and according to the corresponding consumption, we will also have corresponding scene layout and wine gifts."

"Okay." Ethan hesitated for a moment, and then said in the face of the other party's great expectations:

"I want ten."

"My ability is limited, so I'll help these for now."

"Pfft!" The psychiatrist opposite who was drinking water sprayed all over the floor. Under Ethan's strange eyes, she coughed and said:

"I'm so sorry, my throat feels a little scratchy."

It's hard to imagine what kind of things could cause such a shameless person to have mental problems.

Ethan waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

"Okay, Mr. Morgan."

Jenny on the opposite side said happily: "I will send you the information now. After you have selected it, you can just send me a message."

As soon as the phone was hung up, a tone sounded soon.

Ethan clicked on the link and scratched his chin. Unexpectedly, there were so many people in need of love and support.

Information such as age, measurements, occupation, height, and appearance are clear at a glance.

In many materials, which school and major you are studying are clearly marked.

White, black, yellow, brown, you name it.

Professional, very professional.

After some poking around here and there, we quickly decided on a pool theme party tonight.

In just one night, more than 40,000 US dollars disappeared.

But it doesn’t matter. I mainly do charity and criticize capitalist life.

Putting down the phone, Ethan looked at the psychiatrist again and asked seriously: "In this case, there should be no problem, right?"

"As long as it makes you feel happy."

The psychiatrist spread his hands: "If you can relax your mind, then there will be no problem."

As a psychological counselor, what kind of people have I never seen?

For her, this kind of thing is just a piece of cake. Compared with the super-rich people who bought islands in the Caribbean and became emperors, this kind of thing is simply not worth mentioning.

This is the country of money, and the life of rich people is unimaginable.

Now that he figured out the reason, Ethan stopped talking nonsense here and left quickly.

As soon as I got home, the phone rang.

Opening the iron gate, a silver BMW drove in with an Iveco.

Jenny and him arrived at Hyde Park almost immediately. The two shook hands, and Ethan let her in. The staff behind him took out large and small bags of things from Ivecoli and moved them inside.

A party, of course it has to look like a party.

No matter what the matter is, superficial work needs to be done.

First, there is no need to be so direct.

Secondly, it also adds some sentiment.

While he was cooking dinner alone, a huge canopy was erected above the swimming pool in the backyard.

Heating equipment is also placed next to the swimming pool.

Blurred ambient light, pull up.

A variety of colorful drinks are placed on the table.

Colorful petals and bobo balls floated on the swimming pool, and the inflatable water bed swayed gently with the smoky water.

Jenny brought a set of audio equipment.

After eating, when Ethan walked to the backyard, two staff members were adjusting equipment next to the oven.

"I said, what's the use of this thing?"

He handed a bottle of beer to Jenny: "Would you like to cheer me up?"

"Thank you." Jenny took it with a smile, shrugged and said, "Without music, how can it be called a party?"

This was true, and the two of them clinked the bottles.

Jenny and the staff soon left, and half an hour later, the doorbell rang again.

The extended limousine slowly goes around the water feature wall.

A group of white girls and Latin girls filed out of the car. Ethan leaned against the door and watched everything happily.

They all have long legs and look pretty when walking.

This doctor's advice is really good. I feel very happy now.

Most of these people are students, and everyone is full of energy.

Before they entered, they all smiled and gave Ethan a kiss, and then walked in quickly.

Inside the house, things quickly became lively.

Yingying and Yanyan all put on one-water bikinis and happily threw themselves into the swimming pool.

These people all thought they were here to attend a party, especially since the owner here is a young and handsome man. There is nothing more wonderful than this.

Ethan held a glass of cocktail and stood by the swimming pool with his hands raised:

"party time!"

"Ha ha."

"That's right, happy time begins."

A large group of girls rushed towards him with coquettish smiles, and in two or three strokes, they stripped him clean.

"Jingle Bell."

The cell phone placed next to the jacuzzi rang, and the Latin beauty quickly picked it up and handed it to Ethan.

I picked up the phone and found that it was Gene.

"I'm Ethan."

He pressed answer and took a sip of the cocktail handed to him.

"It's me." Gene's voice sounded, and he asked in a panic: "Are you back in Chicago?"

"uh-huh!"

Ethan nodded and moved back.

There were five people sitting in the large bathtub, which seemed a bit crowded.

"I'm in trouble."

After Gene was quiet for a while, he continued to ask: "Can you help me?"

"I'm at home." Ethan looked at the rabbit jumping around in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Come here now and tell me if you have anything to say in person."

"Okay, I'll go there now."

Gene hung up the phone immediately without saying anything.