My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 812
Gregory's brain was instantly destroyed, and the hand holding the gun dropped.

The corpse brought the Asian woman down heavily. The woman was so frightened that her face paled and she struggled to get away. She cried and crawled towards the lawn, but was picked up by Irene who rushed over.

The people squatting next to him also screamed and left, leaving an open space.

"Shet."

Horstead stepped forward quickly, staring at the small hole between his eyebrows and the blood that quickly spread on the ground, the corners of his eyes twitched.

From this angle, you dare to shoot.

People without strong self-confidence dare not even think about firing a gun, let alone pull the trigger.

He turned around and gave Ethan a thumbs up inside.

"You did a good job." Orlinski approached quickly from the side, biting a twist candy and said, "It's just that it's too straightforward, not even a word of persuasion."

"Give me the feeling."

Orlinsky adjusted his cap, his gray beard trembled:

"You are running to kill people!"

Ethan was stunned for a moment, and slowed down his pace. It seemed that he really hadn't thought about persuading him to surrender just now.

In my mind, I was thinking about finding an opportunity to kill the other party.

It seems that my current thinking is still stuck in Columbia, even if I return to Chicago, it has not changed.

"Please."

Ethan shook his head and said with a smile: "This kind of person must be killed immediately if he has a chance."

"Why don't you go and ask the kidnapped girl."

"Ask her if she agrees with me."

You can take your time to get used to it. After all, this is only the third day since I came back. Gregory deserves his death, and it would be a waste of taxpayers' money to go to court.

Orlinsky smiled dumbly and said nothing more.

Just now, it was just a casual sentence.

Hank saw that Gregory was shot dead and quickly stepped forward.

He picked up the handbag that fell aside, hurriedly pulled the zipper, found a wallet among the pile of banknotes inside, and opened it with trembling fingers.

Looking at the yellowed photo, my eyes are red.

With a slight shake, a simple diamond ring fell from the wallet into Hank's palm.

The sun shone brightly on it.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and tightly held the diamond ring left by his deceased wife in his hand.

The next day, as night fell, the Cadillac slowly drove downstairs to an apartment building.

"Hush."

The windows were lowered and a loud whistle sounded.

"How about it?"

Beside the corridor entrance, Irene saw the vehicle stop, and immediately flicked her long, slightly curly brown hair, and twirled around: "I shouldn't embarrass her, right?"

After speaking, he smiled and walked towards Ethan.

She was wearing a skirt and high heels, and her hips swayed as she walked, very sexy.

He is short in stature, but has an exquisite figure.

The big ones should be big, and the thin ones should be thin.

In the little black dress, her belly is very flat.

Keeping exercising for a long time makes her feel very sporty, but without losing her charm.

"How can you be ashamed?"

Ethan watched Irene move her hips and get into the car, raised her eyebrows and said, "She is lucky to have a daughter like you."

"Thank you."

Irene bowed to express her thanks.

"Can you drive?" She pulled her seat belt and said with her mouth curled up, "This fake gentleman who doesn't know how to get out of the car and help open the door."

"Don't forget." Ethan stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel:
"I'm helping, and it's free."

This time he was accompanying Irene to attend her mother's wedding, and Ethan also struggled to change into a suit.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is helpful.

"OK, OK."

Irene held up a small envelope in her hand, and said distressedly: "Tonight's gift money is paid by myself, so it's okay, just treat it as if I treated you to a meal."

"You were supposed to come out." Ethan raised his middle finger at her:
"Do you still want me to pay?"

Erin put down the small envelope and returned two middle fingers.

The three fingers collided with each other, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

After a while of commotion, the two finally calmed down.

Ethan held the steering wheel, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that Irene was a little nervous, and her fingertips were tapping the handbag quickly.

"Don't take it to heart."

Ethan turned on the car CD, and the music gushed out: "It's just a party, we only care about one thing, eating."

"Ah."

Erin nodded heavily, the earrings shaking.

She squeezed her fist and said seriously: "Eat!"

She doesn't seem to care on the surface, but she can get the opposite answer from her carefully groomed hair and matching clothes.

He could guess Irene's little thoughts.

It's nothing more than to prove that even without her mother, she can live a very good life, no worse than anyone else, so Ethan also tidied up handsomely tonight, to give Irene enough face,
The wheels turned quickly, and ten minutes later we arrived outside a small restaurant.

Inside, flowers and ribbons are arranged everywhere.

It's not luxurious, but it looks very warm. Through the glass window, you can see Irene's mother, Bonnie.

She was wearing a short white skirt, standing next to a simple-faced man in a suit.

The two were greeting the guests who came to the wedding, and their faces were full of happy and happy smiles.

"Forget it, let's go."

Irene looked at the picture in front of her and clenched her fists: "I don't want to go through these things."

"Ms. Lindsay."

Ethan took off his seat belt and held her fist: "There are some things you have to face."

"Just like Nadia, you have to face up to your past so that you can better move towards the future. If you don't pull out that thorn, it will only get deeper and deeper."

"Ok."

Erin took a deep breath and slammed the car door open.

Ethan walked up to her, put one hand in his pocket, and bent the arm of the other hand: "Come on, Ms. Lindsay, I will lend you this elbow tonight."

"Haha."

Eileen chuckled and took his arm.

The leather shoes are shiny, the high heels click.

The two of them walked towards the reserved restaurant together. Both the man and woman looked extraordinary.

Walk into the restaurant and look around.

Tables were pieced together in the middle, covered with goose-yellow tablecloths, and placed with vases of flowers.

There are also a few small tables for two scattered around.

The feeling inside is very good, and there is a faint fragrance from the kitchen.

"Eileen."

As a cry rang out, the hand holding his own suddenly became a little harder.

Bonnie and the simple and honest man beside her walked over together, and they both seemed very happy when they saw Irene appear.

"Hey."

Irene raised her hand and greeted with a smile: "I brought a friend over, I hope you don't mind."

"of course not."

Bonnie smiled and patted her thighs, raising her hands slightly to make a gesture of opening her arms.

But he seemed a little timid.

(End of this chapter)