Romans & histoires Aristocats Butler Edgar

From here, I couldn’t even see his face properly, just the tilt of his head, the faint curve of his mouth like he already knew I was there. Like he had been waiting. My fingers tightened slightly at my side. Second lesson. The image from earlier flickered into my mind, sending heat straight to my spine, however, I exhaled slowly, forcing my expression steady, then started down the stairs. My heels echoed through the silence, behind me, Cecilia stopped at the top. At the bottom, an elderly man in a clean suit stood waiting. He lowered his head immediately as I reached the final step. “Good evening, Madam Delilah,” he said respectfully. “My name is Butler Edward. Please, this way.”

He refused to park in the underground garage and surprisingly, he met someone he knew. "Good evening sir. You are going for a ride I suppose?" Chelsea thought he sounded assumptive. He stood between Chelsea's cat and another green Honda, his posture straight and eyes sharp. Chelsea decided to act condescendingly. The butler was nearly killing his somewhat happy mood. "Maybe I am, maybe I am not." "That's okay sir. May I be of assistance to you with anything?" His face was expressionless as usual, giving away nothing. He didn't even spare as much as a glance at any body part that was below Chelsea's eyes.

“Hello again, young Damon. May I inquire; do you always speak with inanimate objects?” Damon froze, the plastic (abused) ends of the rake resting innocently over the ground, when the boy dropped it sheepishly. His pale face giving a twitch of discomfort as wispy lashes fluttered up to meet the crinkled grin of the man before him. “You’re that butler guy—Edmund.” “Indeed I am, young one.” Edmund said with a grin. “However, that doesn’t answer my inquiry. It’s polite to answer your elders, though I suppose if you don’t, I could always pretend I’m a hip twenty-something again.”

Forgus Baker said with a disgusted face. "Who's looking for me?" Cadell Marcus glanced at him and said. At this time, from the other side of the car came a middle-aged man, who looked to be less than fifty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked up to Cadell Marcus, and spoke very politely. "It's Captain Cadell Marcus Marcus. I'm the butler Eugene Vincent. You call me Old Henry. It's our house. Eugene Vincent let me invite you over." Cadell Marcus had already guessed who it was, but he still said it on purpose. "Which Eugene Vincent? I don't seem to know what Eugene Vincent is. Can't someone invite me over so I'll just leave?"

Pushing all these thoughts away, he said, "We should go home. It's late. I wanted to finish some work while you slept, but here you are." Sitting on her knees, Elsie reached for a golden-covered book with a man in a butler uniform underneath a mask holding a knife on the cover. Waving the book at him, she interjected, "I could stay here. I still have fifty pages of Butler's Mysteries to read." A skeptical brow raised, he inquired, "You do know that the butlers are always the culprits, right?" "So? Who doesn't love a good cliché?" she winked mischievously, making his eyes gleam. They fell upon her heart-shaped lips.

"Welcome to Loperse Estate, Mr. Renard." "Thank you." He offered a courteous bow. One hurdle cleared, a countless more awaited. The massive front doors opened before he could even reach the stairs. An elderly man dressed in an immaculate black suit waited just inside. His silver hair was neatly combed, and his posture was straighter than most men half his age. His sharp blue eyes examined Praise carefully, not with suspicion but with experience. “You must be Praise Renard.” “Yes, sir.” The older man gave a polite bow. “My name is Edwin Carlisle. I am the head butler, welcome.”His voice was calm, warm, yet carried unquestionable authority.

Aria stated as she pointed at the vintage clock on the wall. At this moment, a knock was heard and the door swung open. A young man with red hair stepped into the room. He was tall but not taller than Alexander, he wore the uniform of a butler. "Lord Alexander sent me to tell the consort that it was time to go to the party." His voice was gentle but his red eyes weren't. A vampire. Athena met this butler when she first entered the mansion. He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong.

The butler said because Fiona was not stingy with her money. "No, it's not enough " "Don't be arrogant. Otherwise, don't even think of getting a penny" Although Fiona was rich, she hated the feeling of being threathened. "Then you're not afraid? What if we get caught and hand you over?" "Hand me over?" On the other end of the call, the butler smiled. "Do you know who I am? If you don't want to live anymore, just say it then" The butler then immediately hung up the phone.

A man wearing a gray uniform with a high collar and a shiny bald head gave me a polite smile. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm George Dewes, Mr. Mason's butler. He asked me to help you. I felt my mouth drop open. Did the guy really have a butler? For heaven's sake! What kind of world did these rich people live in? Certainly a much more classic one than mine. George kept looking at me and I realized that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Then my spirit returned to my body and I tried to answer him:

The butler hurriedly went upstairs to report, "Sir, a lady asks to see you." Martin, in despair, swept away the trinkets on his desk as he bellowed, "Tell her to get out." The butler paused, hesitated for a moment, then plucked up his courage and said, "She claims her name is Charlotte." Charlotte? That name sent a shiver through Martin's frame. The door to his study was thrown open, and Martin gazed darkly at the butler, gritting his teeth, "Her name is Charlotte?" The butler nodded, "Yes, she says her name is Charlotte, Charlotte Langley."