My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Why are you doing this."

"Please, no."

"I know I was wrong. I will return all the money to you."

"do not do that."

"Carl is still young and he needs his mother."

"Please, let me go and say sorry to Fiona. She must have ordered you to do this, right?"

"Bang bang bang."

"Fakeyu, open it."

"Help."

"Wow~"

A heavy red gasoline barrel accidentally fell onto the lake.

White water splashed high.

A string of water bubbles emerged, and the gasoline barrel quickly disappeared without a trace in the sparkling waves. The world completely returned to tranquility, with only the stars in the sky still accompanying it.

"Bump bump bump."

A knocking sound suddenly woke Ethan up, and he rolled over from the sofa in the living room and sat up.

The scene that happened last night quickly faded in my mind.

There were wine bottles everywhere on the wooden floor.

There were more than a dozen cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray next to him. Ethan casually took out the cigarette box, took out one, lit it, and turned his head to look at the glass door of the yacht.

The morning sun is particularly bright.

A beautiful woman wearing a blue bikini and a pink scarf wrapped around her waist stood outside, waving her arms to herself.

The body is plump and the curves are charming.

Every gesture is full of the charm of a mature woman.

There was a smile on her face, and she was holding a small cardboard box in her other hand.

"Good morning."

Ethan rubbed his face, walked over barefoot, and opened the brown glass door: "Excuse me, what can I do?"

The moment the door opened, the beautiful woman took a step back.

"cough."

She stared at one place with a blush on her face: "Can I trouble you to put on your pants?"

A wisp of lake breeze blows, cooling the whole body.

Ethan scratched subconsciously, and then he noticed that he had no silk strands on his body.

"Feel sorry."

He turned around hurriedly and walked quickly to the sofa in the living room.

As he walked, he could feel the two fiery eyes staring at him from behind. Ethan quickly grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and put them on himself in a panic.

This kind of thing is inevitably a bit embarrassing.

While jumping on one foot, I accidentally stepped on a beer bottle on the floor.

"Boom~"

The figure flashed, and the whole person fell hard to the floor.

"I bought it."

The beautiful blonde woman let out a low cry and quickly threw away the paper box in her hand.

The box fell to the ground, and a few donuts rolled out. She ran in with her plump legs: "Are you okay? Let me help you."

Intentionally or unintentionally, she also lightly stepped on a beer bottle.

The body sways and falls as if in slow motion.

Ethan watched her slowly fall down with a confused look on his face, and sighed in his heart, good guy, can this fall acting be more fake?

The opponent's white hands were steady and firm.

"Feel sorry."

The beautiful woman was a little embarrassed, grabbed the beer bottle and said, "I didn't mean it."

"It doesn't matter."

Ethan shook his head slightly, his eyes twitching: "Even if it's intentional, it's my honor."

What happened last night made him feel a little depressed.

Now that someone came to the door, as a true gentleman, Ethan couldn't refuse such an obvious kindness, so he naturally became rude.

"correct."

Putting the beer bottle to the other person's mouth, he asked curiously: "Madam, do you know what's wrong with you?"

"Well!"

A few minutes later, the beautiful woman glanced at him with a smile: "I saw a new ship here yesterday, so I came here to say hello this morning."

"By the way, nice to meet you."

"I'm Chris, and the yacht on the berth diagonally opposite is mine."

"Mrs. Chris."

Ethan nodded and grinned: "This is Morgan, nice to meet you too."

"Jesus~ God!"

The process of getting to know each other was very pleasant.

So the beautiful blonde woman looked at the sail shadow in the distance and prayed hurriedly, thanking her for the perfect morning.

After more than half an hour, the enthusiastic female neighbor left in a hurry.

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth. After some morning exercise, he completely vented the haze left over from last night. He felt refreshed and tidied up the yacht and took a shower.

It took less than ten minutes to put it on.

Grabbing a big bag of garbage, I jumped off the Morgan yacht and walked along the trestle to the parking place.

"Mommy."

A cooing sound sounded, and a blond girl of eighteen or nineteen years old ran towards her.

A pair of long legs, shining white.

Youthful appearance, full of vitality.

Behind him, there was a pot-bellied white man, who looked to be about sixty years old.

Hearing the shouts, a beautiful woman on the yacht leaned out. She combed her wet hair, first smiled at Ethan, and then waved to her family.

Damn, Ethan suddenly felt embarrassed.

He put his sunglasses on his face, nodded to the visitor, and walked forward expressionlessly.

Behind, there was laughter from time to time.

Sin, guilt.

After expressing his deep apologies to the man behind him, he quickened his steps and drove away in his vehicle as if he were running away.

After disposing of the garbage, I went to the car wash shop to give the Cadillac a deep clean.

After all this, he went to the police station feeling relaxed.

Due to the conflict a few days ago, the Gallagher family had almost no communication with Frank and the others. These two guys had also disappeared inexplicably for a few days before.

Even if someone did find something wrong, it would only be ten days and a half later.

Time can erase all traces.

When we came to the intelligence team, everything was business as usual.

Nadia was immersed in studying, while several other people were busy with their own affairs. Irene and Horsted went out early to continue their tracking mission.

Ethan said hello to everyone and returned to the office.

Steaming coffee is ready.

She was said to be an operator, but Nadia’s job now is almost like a personal assistant. For those who didn’t know better, she thought she was Ethan’s female secretary.

For this salary, it couldn't be a better deal.

Ethan took a sip of coffee, nodded with satisfaction, and looked sideways outside: "That person sitting at the top of the stairs, your hourly salary will be increased by five yuan."

The sound came out, and Nadia raised her head in confusion.

"Congratulations."

Rusek smiled and crumpled up the paper ball and threw it towards her: "Molly, your treat tonight."

"OK."

Nadia quickly reacted, stood up with a smile, and shouted into the office: "Boss, let me treat you to a drink tonight."

The inexplicable salary increase made her feel happy.

"no problem."

Ethan waved a received gesture: "Remember to bring more money, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to go out to the bar."

"Hahaha."

A burst of laughter rang out in the main room.

Of course, this was a joke. Even with Ethan's drinking capacity, it would be difficult to drink Nadia to death. It was a bar, not a strip club.

Giving Nadia a salary increase couldn't be easier.

Just write a document and report it casually, and no one will check it. Anyway, the funds of the intelligence team are spent.

"Jingle Bell."

While talking and laughing, the phone on Nadia's desk vibrated crazily. (End of chapter)