<h4>Chapter 1560: Chapter 1327: Before the Banquet</h4>


    Milos had a hot bath and called in a maid for a Thai massage to ease her mood a bit.


    After that, the hotel general manager came to greet her, bringing with them a variety of exquisite French dishes from the kitchen.


    Even though it was the afternoon and not a meal time, it didn’t stop Milos from dining, especially since she hadn’t taken a bite of the "unappetizing" airne food.


    She sliced into the medium-rare Chateaubriand steak with her knife, and juice simr to blood flowed out. She forked a piece and ced it in her cherry-like mouth, chewing hard with her white teeth, finding a satisfaction in venting her mood.


    While eating, Milos didn’t forget to pick up the phone to call Harrison, who was out investigating.


    Since Harrison hadn’t found any clues about Bai Xiaosheng and the others, he inevitably got a scolding from this youngdy.


    Scolded and disheartened, Harrison continued to take the Hawk family bodyguards around Brussels City, searching the inns and hotels for traces of the three Asians — two men and one woman.


    It was destined that they would find nothing.


    The hapless Harrison would never have thought that the people he was looking for were staying in the same hotel as them. His oversight was purely a case of "darkness under themp," causing him to overlook asking the hotel’s front desk manager before he went out.


    Milos, even less, would have expected that the man she couldn’t "get out of her mind" — Bai Xiaosheng — was right beneath her, just a floor away, and at this moment, sound asleep.


    As the Brussels sun began to set, a group of people crowded in a young man into the hotel where Bai Xiaosheng and Milos stayed.


    The man, about the same age as Bai Xiaosheng, was Caucasian, with golden hair, sapphire-like eyes, a well-proportioned and sturdy body, wearing a suit, walking with confident steps, more stylish than a male model.


    His face carried an air of arrogance, and his remarkable demeanor only highlighted his extraordinary status.


    The moment the hotel lobby manager saw this young man, their expression changed dramatically, immediately calling all the staff to put down everything and wee him.


    Andrew Hawk, the eldest son of the Hawk family, Milos Hawk’s younger brother, and the future heir of the family.


    "Mr. Andrew!" The hotel lobby manager respectfully led the wee.


    This was to be their future master!


    "Is Milos in her room?" Andrew walked in expressionlessly. His words were not icy, making him approachable, but neither did they seem intimate.


    He was like a higher-up who needed not friendlymunication with subordinates but their submission.


    "Yes, Mr. Andrew, Miss Milos is resting." The hotel lobby manager answered cautiously.


    Andrew went straight to the elevator, bringing only a maid holding a gift, leaving the rest behind.


    After seeing the elevator doors close and going upwards, the hotel lobby manager turned and smiled at the leader among Andrew’s entourage, saying, "Mr. Andrew seems to be in a good mood today."


    Earlier, when speaking, Andrew even shed a small smile, which made the lobby manager feel ttered.


    The person being spoken to also smiled and answered, "Because there’s good news, you see."


    The hotel lobby manager grinned and nodded.


    What kind of good news, he did not ask, nor was it his ce to ask. As long as Young Master Andrew was in a good mood, they would have some luck.


    This lobby manager hurried off to notify the general manager via phone.


    Whether the general manager should go to pay respects to Young Master Andrew was not his concern.


    Andrew, apanied by the maid, got off the elevator and headed straight for the room where Milos was resting.


    Standing at the door, he personally knocked lightly on the room door.


    There was no response from inside.


    Andrew seemed very patient, knocking again after a while, softly and not too frequently, as if afraid of disturbing those inside.


    The maid behind him couldn’t help but ponder that perhaps only with the youngdy did Young Master Andrew have so much patience.


    "Who is it, can’t you stop!" Finally, an angry voice responded from inside,


    Then, an annoyed Milos, d in a bathrobe, opened the door.


    "Andrew!" As soon as Milos saw who it was, her surprise reced her anger.


    "My sister, you seem to have gained some weight again." Andrew smiled and even joked with Milos.


    Milos snorted coldly, turned around, and went back inside, "Come in, you brat."


    Andrew walked in with the maid and first handed over the gift from the maid’s hands, "For you."


    Milos took it, lifted the box to peek inside, and smiled in satisfaction, "At least you have a conscience! I brought back something for you from Huaxia, had it sent home, take a look when you get back."


    Andrew smiled and nodded.


    At this moment, these siblings seemed just like any ordinary brother and sister.


    They sat down, sharing stories andughing, exchanging tales of their respective travels while the maid busily prepared coffee for them.


    "Who is hosting tonight’s cocktail party that Father is so keen on our attendance?" Bringing up this topic, Milos couldn’t help feeling curious.


    "It’s an old friend of Father’s." Andrew replied, "Many families and big businessmen will attend. Father wants us to meet them and expand ourwork."


    Milos immediately pursed her lips.


    She had attended many such parties and met a lot of people. She could almost guess who would be there.