My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 601
Ethan let out a breath slowly, the smoke was entwined with the steaming heat from the bathtub, and the fairy air was floating.

"Why do you think this way?"

There was an eerie comfort in the clothes being soaked in hot water and then wrapped around the body.

He picked up the bottle and took a sip before continuing to ask:

"I don't understand you?"

"The people who follow me are treated the best in the industry." Taylor said excitedly: "I have never treated Danny badly, why would he treat me like this?"

"Where did I not do well enough?"

Passing the bottle to Tyler, Ethan rested his head on the slate and looked at the blue sky: "Why let the garbage affect your emotions?"

"Why should you question yourself over trash?"

"There are always some people who do evil without explaining the reason."

His indifferent appearance made Taylor's heart beat a little faster.

Seeing the pistol on the slate, she fiddled with her hands and pushed her hair back: "You're right, I really shouldn't question myself because of people like that."

"But we just experienced an assassination, how did you manage to be so calm?"

"Do you get nervous when you sing?" Ethan flicked his cigarette butt, and looked at Taylor's ice blue eyes with a smile.

"No!" Taylor shook his head:
"That's something I do on a regular basis and I'm used to it."

"Me neither." Ethan said with a smile: "Danger is something I often encounter, and I'm used to it."

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone rang, and Ethan picked it up, and pressed the speakerphone while connected:

"I'm Ethan!"

"You guessed it right." The siren sounded from the other end of the phone, and Hank's voice also sounded: "It is indeed that person. He was discharged from the hospital in the morning."

"His background has been investigated and he has served in Iraq."

"I was at the scene of the attack. That bastard was not only targeting Miss Swift, but you were the main target."

"what?"

Ethan Wubi: "Why?"

"The shots on the Range Rover were all aimed at the driver's seat." Hank said in a deep voice, "The other positions were not attacked."

"I have to say, you are a smart guy."

"If you keep driving a Range Rover, you're the one who's going to be screwed now."

Hank was standing on top of a small building. He looked at the Land Rover on the road not far away, and was still playing with a bullet casing in his hand: "You are a lucky bastard!"

"Sheriff."

Erin came up from behind with an AR15: "I found this from a trash can."

"But why?"

From a distance, Ethan's surprised voice could be heard from Hank's phone.

"Think about who the other party is." Irene laughed and said, "Now that you are Miss Swift's favorite, it's not surprising that he pointed his gun at you."

"By the way, we need to check that person's room."

"You help to obtain Miss Swift's consent, which will save you the time of applying for a search warrant."

"I agree!"

On the other end of the phone, there was a woman's voice: "Do what you should do."

"Feel sorry!"

Hearing this voice, Irene stammered and said:

"Miss Swift, thank you for your cooperation."

The ghost knows how Taylor could hear the content of the call, otherwise, she wouldn't dare to speak like that if she was killed.

"You're welcome."

Taylor's voice continued: "Thank you for your trouble."

"It's not troublesome at all." Being able to talk to Taylor, Irene stumbled when she was excited.

The phone hung up from the other side, Hank threw the bullet casings to Irene, and said angrily: "Announce the city-wide wanted, I need that perverted photo to appear in all the police officers' mobile phones."

"Now let's go to the villa last night and search for the security room."

"no problem."

Erin waved her hand with a look of enthusiasm.

"I don't know when you became my favorite."

Seeing that the phone was hung up by Ethan, Taylor glanced at him.

The charming look made Ethan cry out, he quickly shook his hand and said: "This is my colleague, the girl who came over last night, she is your fan."

"It's because you're jealous of me that you say such things."

"Great." Taylor squeezed his fist: "I didn't expect that I still have fans."

Ethan didn't answer, knowing that it was a complaint that he didn't know her.

But it's a good thing that she still has the mind to joke around, at least she's recovered from what happened just now.

"Mr. Morgan."

Bellis walked out quickly: "Chloe wants to come over, do you think it's okay?"

"There are still some personal items that she wants to bring over."

This is someone else's home, so she has to ask anyway, and besides, she doesn't know where she is.

"How many people?"

Ethan shrugged: "I don't like too many people coming to my place."

"Just Chloe." Bellis said quickly, "There are some things we need to discuss face to face."

"What else are you discussing?" Taylor's face turned cold: "The concert was cancelled, didn't you go through what happened just now?"

"Taylor."

Bellis looked at Ethan with some embarrassment.

"You talk." Ethan told Bellis his address, and then stood up from the jacuzzi.

The water splashed off the clothes, and the shirt clung tightly to the body.

He walked to the side, pulled the shirt with both hands, the buttons flew off, and the wet shirt was thrown into the trash can.

He looks thin when dressed, and looks fleshy when he takes off his clothes. This is the kind of person he is talking about.

The muscle lines of the upper body are obvious, and under the collision of cold and heat, the heat emitted by the body can be seen with the naked eye.

Such an eye-catching scene made both Taylor and Bellis forget what they were going to say, and their eyes wandered on Ethan's upper body.

Open the cabinet under the TV, pick up a thick bath towel and wrap it around your body.

He walked to the bathtub, picked up his cell phone and guns:

"I'm going to take a shower, you can do whatever you want."

The trousers were wet and fit very well.

And it happened to be facing Taylor, the size was astonishing, she hurriedly looked away.

Not only men like women, but women also like men.

Rich and beautiful.

He has a first-class figure and is still engaged in such a dangerous occupation.

Unknowingly, Taylor has a strong interest in him.

Ethan didn't know that he had already been seen by the other party, so he walked quickly into the house wrapped in a towel.

They don't want to participate in their business affairs, nor are they qualified to participate.

He only needs to protect Taylor's life safety. In this regard, he is very professional, not just for that guitar.

The wet trousers stuck to the body, the heat passed, and the cold wind blew, icy cold.

Regardless of the arguing behind him, he walked quickly to the nearest bathroom.

(End of this chapter)