CHAPTER 517. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. No, baby, no

“Uh... the head of service said she went to get her,” one of the girls mumbled. “We had issues with the champagne.”

“Where’s the head of service?” Milo growled, and everyone began looking around to see if they could spot her.

“She’s not here, Mr. Keller.”

Milo felt a tightening in his chest that was hard to describe.

“Where the hell could she be?”

There was clear nervousness and uncertainty in the kitchen, as most of the staff had no idea what was happening. But the same girl stepped forward, her expression more confident this time.

“The drinks are stored in the supply room. If they went to fix the problem, they must be there.”

“Where’s that?”

“One floor below, last corridor on the right.”

“Take me there! Now!” Milo ordered.

He didn’t know what it was, but he felt a creeping sense of dread, like his skin was tingling in anticipation, as if something was about to explode.

The girl hurried ahead of him, and Milo pulled out his phone, gritting