Milos walked into the hotel, wearing a pair of new shoes adorned with tiny diamonds. They were still eight-centimeter high heels; she seemed 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 numerous 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. Meanwhile, Harrison, who accompanied her, could not help but harbor a hint of fear deep in his eyes every time he saw her; he had experienced the taste of being trampled by those high heels.
