Milos walked into the hotel, wearing a pair of new shoes adorned with tiny diamonds. They were still eight-centiter high heels; she seed to have a particular fondness for shoes with thin, pointed heels.
Ordinary people might find high heels uncomfortable and foot-chafing, but not her. Each of her shoes was custom-made by highly skilled artisans, the materials were carefully selected, and the style was absolutely unique, so chafing was never an issue.
During this trip to Asia, among the nurous pieces of luggage Milos brought along, there was a whole suitcase dedicated just to shoes, with five or six pairs of high heels.
Wearing these high heels, Milos perfectly accentuated her figure. anwhile, Harrison, who accompanied her, could not help but harbor a hint of fear deep in his eyes every ti he saw her; he had experienced the taste of being trampled by those high heels.
As Milos and her group entered, the lobby manager, a middle-aged Caucasian man with a slightly receding hairline, who had just seen Bai Xiaosheng and his group to their room, returned to the lobby. His eyes lit up instantly, and although he usually walked steadily and gracefully, he now hurriedly jogged over.
"Miss Milos, you’re here!" The lobby manager greeted with a beaming smile.
This hotel was one of the properties under the Milos family’s business.
Milos snorted, not even glancing at him, and walked straight in, instructing, "Have soone bring my things to my room, and tell them to be careful. Did you fire that idiot from last ti or not? If there’s another problem, don’t bother staying in Brussels. Tell your chef here to prepare the dishes, just like last ti."
The young miss commanded as she walked, and the lobby manager agreed repeatedly, escorting them to the elevator, watching as Milos and her group got on. After the elevator doors closed, he quickly pressed the Bluetooth earpiece in his ear and said with a stern voice, "Attention everyone! The young miss has arrived! Kitchen staff, have the chef prepare the dishes, just like last ti! Waiters, ten of you, go and deliver the young miss’s luggage, be careful with it, or prepare to face the consequences..."
Owing to the lobby manager’s urgent instructions, the entire hotel was nearly in a "state of ergency."
Miss Milos could be generous, often tipping enormously, but if she was dissatisfied, she could instantly make their lives miserable and even force them out of Brussels.
People in the hotel were naturally both pleased and anxious.
Even the general manager was alard, quickly dressing to head over to pay respects to the young miss.
In the elevator, Harrison couldn’t help but cautiously ask Milos, "Miss Milos, are you really not going ho?"
Directly staying at the hotel in the city, what’s going on?
Although the hotel was also part of their family’s business.
"Going ho earlier or later, what’s the difference." Milos snorted coldly, "Isn’t there a banquet here tonight? This way, I don’t have to travel back and forth; it’s exhausting. What, do you have an opinion on my decision?"
Harrison shook his head vehently, like a rattle drum.
"Moreover, that damned guy must also be in Brussels, find him for !" Milos said harshly, clenching her teeth with a fierce look in her eyes.
Thinking of the man on the plane, Milos got angry.
She had never suffered such a huge "loss," and if she didn’t teach him a lesson, she would be hard-pressed to vent the anger in her heart.
"Do we... need to find them?" Harrison couldn’t help but swallow hard.
The three of them, two were extraordinarily skilled experts.
Harrison rembered being beaten by the two of them.
As soone who prided himself as a heavyweight boxing champion, he was no match for any of them.
It was terrifying!
He originally thought Bruce Lee was a re legend on the screen, and Chinese Kung Fu only existed in movies. In reality, even over in Huaxia, many people didn’t acknowledge such ancient skills. But this ti, when he faced real experts, he realized Kung Fu had never disappeared; his muscles were utterly powerless against them.
The thought of Milos still wanting "revenge" and he having to face those two monsters made Harrison anxious.
"You useless thing, are you afraid of them?" Milos snorted coldly.
Only then did Harrison realize that the young miss was looking at him with an angry and overcast gaze.
"No, Miss Milos, I am just thinking about how to use all our resources in Brussels to pull those guys out! When the ti cos, I’ll take twenty people to bring them before you and make them kneel and apologize!" Harrison said earnestly and vowed confidently.
Milos snorted, satisfied to so extent.
Harrison, seeing Milos turn her head, couldn’t help but wipe his sweat imdiately.
That was close! His job was almost in jeopardy, and he almost couldn’t stay in the area!
Everyone knew this young miss Milos had a very fiery temper; she was decisive, and even more terrifying, she had a brother who was the most favored among the young generation in the family—wild in temperant and ruthless in style.
To make matters worse, he was also a "sister complex."
If he ever found out Harrison upset Miss Milos...
Harrison couldn’t help but swallow hard.
At the evening gala, the young master would be present!
Thinking of him, Harrison’s heart truly shivered; he contemplated imdiately calling the young master to explain the situation.
Even though staying at the hotel was Miss Milos’s spontaneous decision, there was no guarantee the young master wouldn’t bla them.
The elevator dinged and arrived.
Milos walked out with large strides.
The view outside the elevator was vast; this floor included luxury suites, a gym, and a rooftop pool, all not open to the public and exclusively for family mbers’ use.
Milos walked directly to the room she always stayed in, glanced back once.
Harrison hurriedly stopped with the others, respectfully watching the young miss enter the room before withdrawing.
Next, the young miss might enjoy a nice bath, swim, have a massage, perhaps savor a gourt al, and take a nap.
But they didn’t have such luck.
Harrison not only needed to follow the young miss’s instructions to contact various parties and quickly locate those three people, but also had to contact family personnel in Brussels to send at least another dozen skilled individuals.
After all, those two Asians were exceedingly formidable. With fewer people, even if they found them, they might as well be asking for trouble!
Harrison certainly didn’t want to be beaten into a pulp in front of everyone.
After Milos entered the room, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the surroundings. Thinking about being "taken advantage of" on the plane made her mood worse.
Going to the bedroom, Milos admired her figure in the mirror, then walked back and forth, showing off her runway walk.
But soon, Milos frowned.
She thought of the young man on the plane again and suddenly got very angry, stomping her feet in rage, "That bastard actually dared to ignore soone as beautiful as and insulted , utterly unforgivable! Ah, I’m furious, I definitely won’t let him off the hook!"
The sound of the eight-centiter high heels hitting the ground was crisp.
Very penetrating.
Directly below Milos’s room was a bedroom, and lying on the bed half-asleep was Milos’s gritting-teeth nesis—Bai Xiaosheng.
Disturbed by the noise from the floorboards, Bai Xiaosheng frowned, then covered his head with a latex pillow, muttering grumpily as he drifted back to sleep—
"Don’t people say Westerners have good manners, who the heck upstairs is so inconsiderate!"
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