The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 95 Party
A girl's coming-of-age ceremony usually involves a "Sweet Sixteen" party.

The parties vary depending on the family and the girl's personal preferences, with their own arrangements and special rituals. Some are simply family dinners, inviting only close relatives. Other families, however, go out and fill a hall, inviting relatives and friends alike.

As Eric sees before him now, Tifa's coming-of-age ceremony probably falls into the former category.

But it was precisely this that made him a little embarrassed.

Because Tifa's family seems to be quite large.

More than a dozen tables were set up, fully occupied.

The middle section, possibly designed by her sister Kelly, featured a walkway resembling a wedding entrance.

When Tifa brought him out, the scrutinizing and observing gaze she gave him was different from the gazes of others.

Importantly, Tifa's family is probably the kind of elite American family.

However, Eric wasn't too surprised, because Tifa herself didn't look like a child from a poor family.

Both his speech and demeanor suggested he came from an elite family.

Upon arrival, I learned that Tifa's father, Geo Allison, was a lawyer, and her mother, Natie Allison, was a doctor—both high-income professions.

No wonder they live in the San Fernando Valley North Ridge; this area is considered upper-middle class, as most ordinary houses here cost around $600,000.

It is well known that there are still some differences among the American elite.

So, he was constantly being watched by these two pairs of eyes as he sat at the table closest to the aisle, which bothered him quite a bit.

Eric awkwardly tugged at his suit collar and gave what he thought was his best smile to the man, who was roughly fifty years old.

There's no way around it; to be a little serious, the other party is practically my father-in-law, so being polite is definitely the right thing to do.

This made Tiffany, who was sitting next to Eric, look at him awkwardly. She smiled brightly as if she had seen something amusing, and secretly exchanged a glance with her mother, Natie.

Nadi's eyes softened. As a mother, how could she not see that her daughter was already deeply immersed in it and unable to extricate herself?

She looked at Eric sitting next to her daughter; in fact, she was quite pleased when she saw Eric.

The other person was very handsome and had a great physique. His straight and tall figure made the suit seem like an accessory. The shoulder line precisely captured the curve of the acromion, outlining his inverted triangle physique as sharp as a knife.

Standing next to her own daughter, she wouldn't be outshone; on the contrary, she would attract even more attention, as evidenced by the scrutinizing and surprised looks from the surrounding relatives.

This was the first time she had met a man who was so compatible with her daughter.

She subconsciously patted her husband, Jay, with her hand hidden under the table, signaling him not to go too far.

"So you're a police officer now?" Nadia asked gently.

“Yes,” Eric replied.

“I am a patrol officer at the West Canyon Precinct of the Los Angeles Police Department.”

Nadi was taken aback. With that kind of demeanor, she had assumed the other person was either a police detective or someone in a very important clerical job.

It's fair to say that the word "police officer" was completely foreign to her.

"Ha!" George sneered, staring at the bastard who had kidnapped his daughter.

"Those are the ones patrolling the streets?"

Hearing the sarcasm in those words, Eric laughed without a care:

"Yes."

The word "police" sounds nice, but there are ranks, so patrol officers are at the very bottom. Their salaries are average, and the most important thing is that it's tiring and dangerous.

It's acceptable for an average family, but not so good for an elite family.

"So you're a patrol officer?" Nadia said, regaining her senses.

"That must be really tough on a regular basis," Eric laughed. "It's alright, my working days aren't actually that tiring."

Just as he finished speaking, he felt Tiffany pat his thigh. Eric instantly realized that taking leave to cooperate with the patrol officers was not a good thing; it meant that he had experienced a dangerous situation.

"Hmm?" Nadi raised an eyebrow.

"It's not tiring at all, I quite like this job," Eric said with a smile.

"Ah, okay." Natie nodded, realizing that there seemed to be nothing to talk about. She knew about patrol officers, but she didn't really know much about them.

"Hmph! I'm going now." George snorted, then got up and left.

Tifa glanced at Eric instinctively and reached out her hand. She was a little worried that Eric might be wronged. Eric shook his head slightly, took her hand, and smiled at her to indicate that everything was alright.

Just kidding. If he really had a daughter, and one day she suddenly brought a boyfriend to his door without saying a word, he would be tempted to break up with her.

The fact that the other party didn't openly mock them despite the difference in their status is already considered polite.

According to Tifa, besides this, the other party seemed to have another troubling matter: his son Genos brought home a girlfriend that he was extremely dissatisfied with.

Nadi noticed this: "Sorry, he loves Tifa, so..."

Eric laughed and said, "It's okay, I understand."

Nadia nodded. In any case, she was more satisfied than her husband because Eric looked very good. As a doctor, she could tell that his appearance was very healthy.

This means that the other party is very self-disciplined.

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Suddenly, music started playing from the speakers set up around the area, and Jiao, who had just left, was walking out of the corridor with a gorgeously dressed girl in his hand.

Everyone started clapping, creating a somewhat whimsical and lively atmosphere.

Eric's smile was stiff; he really couldn't get used to this custom.

After one round, when Joe started taking the girl from table to table to meet them, Tifa asked.

"Jenos hasn't returned?"

Nadia sighed, "They had a huge fight last night because Genos is going to marry that girl."

Tifa frowned slightly: "Just because of this? She seems quite nice to me?"

“You don’t understand,” Nadia sighed, glancing at Eric instinctively.

Eric, sitting to the side, seemed to be looking around, but his ears were perked up.

He still enjoys listening to gossip in his spare time.

Seeing this, Nadi leaned over and whispered, "We secretly checked out the girl's background and found that she has no family background and is an orphan, which is fine."

At this point, Nadi took a deep breath and said, "And it seems like they have ties to the mafia. This is different. To be honest, if your father doesn't approve, neither do I."

Upon hearing this, Tifa subconsciously looked at Eric, who happened to turn around and meet her gaze, his eyes flickering slightly.

“Okay,” Tifa said, without offering her own opinion on the matter. Personally, Genos’s thoughts were the most important, so she didn’t mind the girl’s situation.

Natie sighed, looking quite troubled by the matter.

Just then, George walked over with Rella, who was also Tifa's sister.

Tifa's sister, Rella, is quite lively. Dressed in a princess dress, her first words upon arriving here were...

"You're so handsome, Eric! No wonder Tifa is dating you. I'm so curious how my sister, who's never been in a relationship and is always cold to people, managed to find you?"

(End of this chapter)