After the share transfer agreement is signed, the lawyer leaves the office and he has to complete the follow-up work.

Soon, there was another knock on the door.

The waiter walked in with a plate and a stainless steel lid.

With his own business done, Ethan took the tray and walked to the side of the conference table to eat.

When the dust settled, he had a great appetite.

After a while, a good filet mignon was eaten.

It was almost time now, and with the help of the female assistant, Nora checked the last look of makeup.

Ethan finished the wine in one gulp, took out the white napkin tied at the collar and wiped his mouth: "It's okay, you're the queen here tonight." ”

"Of course." Nora lifted her chin proudly.

"Let's go."

Ethan took a step back and stood behind Nora.

The group walked out of the conference room and onto the terrace on the second floor.

The band in the hall on the first floor also stopped playing at the right time, and the guests who came to the reception also gathered one after another, eager to meet the new female chief.

As Nora spoke, Old God Ethan was scanning the crowd below.

When all the guests enter the venue, they will go through strict security procedures, and the chance of someone bringing a gun in and assassinating them is very small, and he is just pretending.

After the thunderous tactics of the tribal council, all those who opposed it were subdued, and they would not run to touch the mold at this time.

As for Borden, Proctor died at the hands of the Red Bones, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to take out his anger at the tribal chieftain, and now he and Rebecca are in internal and external trouble.

Procott is dead, and a lot of people are thinking about eating human blood steamed buns, and dealing with these people is enough for the two of them to be uncomfortable.

Ethan's wandering gaze stopped, and he grinned.

Brock was standing in the crowd below, dressed in a clean, dark blue uniform with a sheriff's badge on his chest.

He looked dumbfounded at Ethan, who was standing behind the chiefess in a handsome suit, and the champagne glass in his hand was tilted.

Moving his gaze, he saw another acquaintance.

Amy King also came to the scene, dressed in an khaki Kino police uniform.

On her body, she also wears the sheriff's badge, but she doesn't seem to be very comfortable with this kind of occasion, and she is a little restrained between her gestures.

When she saw Ethan, her eyes were also a little stunned.

Recently, there have been some big changes, and I have become a sheriff for some reason, and the town police officer of the Banshee Town Police Station is also standing behind the chief, I don't know how this trick has changed.

Nora's welcome speech ended quickly, and the gathered guests dispersed.

Next, under Thompson's leadership, Nora kept greeting the guests who came to the reception, which was also an important way to make connections.

When he ran into Brock in the hallway on the second floor, he couldn't help but look at Ethan after congratulating Nora a few words.

Ethan couldn't help but laugh and walked aside with him.

"That's what you said you'll know later?" Brock leaned against the guardrail.

Ethan raised his glass: "That's right. ”

"It's fine."

I don't know how Ethan hooked up with the new chief, but Brock was still happy for him:

"It's not bad to be a bodyguard, it's much safer than us, and you don't have to be so tired."

"This job is indeed better than being a town policeman."

After speaking, Brock slapped Ethan's chest: "I said earlier that you found this job, and I wouldn't dissuade you." ”

"You're mistaken."

Ethan shrugged: "I'm not a bodyguard. ”

"Mr. Morgan now owns a stake in the Chino Moon Casino and is a partner of our Chino tribe." Thompson walked over at the right time.

He nodded to Brock and turned to look at Ethan:

"Mr. Morgan, there's nothing going on, you can take a break."

"Okay."

Ethan took a sip of his wine and smiled.

He had been impatient with Nora's frequent politeness to people he didn't know.

Thompson turned to leave, hurrying after Nora.

Sour.

Acids visible to the naked eye.

Brock's face wrinkled as if he had even taken a few lemons.

I am afraid that my brother will suffer, and I am afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.

He now drank the champagne in his mouth, and he felt sour.

What are these words, shares, partners, is this a matter of Land Rover? Ferrari is probably fine.

Seeing the expression on Brock's face, Ethan laughed:

"Please, what's wrong with you?"

Brock gritted his teeth and said with envy, "You lucky bastard. ”

He didn't bother to ask how the shares came from, he only knew that his brother was now developed, and the envy in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and the sheriff's badge was not so fragrant.

"It's just a little bit of a stake."

Ethan stretched out his tail finger with a smile on his face and pinched a little bit on it: "Enough to eat and drink, don't take it to heart." ”

Brock exhaled heavily, adjusted his mentality, and patted Ethan on the shoulder heavily: "No matter how much, I'm happy for you." ”

"Thank you."

Ethan nodded: "You don't have to tell Emmett about them, I like to keep a low profile." ”

Brock rolled his eyes and took a sip of the sour champagne.

After he left, Ethan Shi Ran walked to the back, through the hall on the second floor, to the terrace at the back.

In the backyard below, there are also people everywhere.

Tonight, Nora's house was very lively, next to the large swimming pool, there was also a cold bar, and from time to time someone walked over to serve a delicate meal.

Ethan took a look at the starry night sky and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole house, and now this place is the cleanest.

As soon as he took out a cigarette and lit it, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a crisp female voice sounded: "Can you bring me one?" ”

"Of course."

Ethan turned around and handed over the cigarette case and lighter, "Amy? ”

"Why, don't you know me?"

Amy King tucked her long black hair behind her ears and ran her fingers over her earlobes.

She took the cigarette case and expertly lit the cigarette.

The town police are stressed, boring at work, and often have to face life and death crises, and the few people he knows all have a preference for smoking to relieve stress.

"Thank you." Amy handed the cigarette case back, a puff of gray-white smoke coming out of her delicate red lips.

"Small."

Ethan took the cigarette and put it back in his pocket.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Amy raised her hand and poked hard at her sheriff's badge, "I'm referring to this, Thompson already told me." ”

Ethan saw the badge bounce a few times with her movements, and couldn't help but flick the cigarette ash, which was so elastic.

"Whatever you're referring to, it's just as small."

Without squinting, he said, "Yaz is a piece of waste, and it's very appropriate for you to be the sheriff." ”

Noticing Ethan's gaze, Amy's face was slightly red, and she straightened her chest slightly: "The house here is too big, can you accompany me to find the bathroom?" ”

Looking at the sheriff's badge on her chest, Ethan raised an eyebrow:

"Absolutely."

Everyone is an adult, and some of the words are clear, and Ethan is happy to be a happy plumber.

(End of chapter)