Novel & Cerita Butler Ralsei

As soon as Roger answered his phone a loud roar of Mr. Ricardo the butler of the Woods family as he can't supressed his anger towards him. "Hiw dare you "Roger Reaganns" do you know who am I? I'm Ricardo Maslow the infamous butler of Woods family! How dare you threatened my Young Lord? Are you tired of living? Just tell me I will give you a swift death as soon as posible!" The old butler was enraged. When he received a phone call from his Young lord that there was someone dared threatened his life. He began to excude a murderous aura.

"Why is the coffee cold? Don't you know Liana's on her period and wants something warm? What are you standing there for? If she feels sick after drinking it, you're the one I'll hold responsible." I jolted awake, staring straight into the furious face of the butler's son, Lawrence Carter, who was yelling at me at the top of his lungs. He sneered when he saw how startled I was. "Don't look at me like that again. How many times do I have to repeat myself? Liana's the only one I care about. Stop daydreaming about some CEO falling for you. Here, take the black card, buy her a hot one, and don't waste my time."

When Butler saw her, he respectfully said, "Ms. Waltson, because Wal was crying, he went upstairs." Jackie Waltson looked at the Butler and said: "Your Ms. Waltson didn't ask you where Wills is located." Butler immediately apologized: "Sorry, Second Master, I only saw what Ms. Waltson was looking for and thought she was looking for Third Master." "You forgot what you should do and what you shouldn't do as an employee of the Waltson family." "Butler doesn't need to apologize. I was looking for Wills Watson in the first place and you were able to read our needs. You are capable. "

He knows something might happen when he saw Alex so he called the old master ahead. “ Guards!” The butler screams. The bodyguards enter inside, but they are Alex’s bodyguards. “ There is no use," Alex says. He looks at Butler. The butler immediately takes out his cellphone and calls for an ambulance. “ Where is Risa?” He asks. The butler hangs up the call and keeps himself silent. “ Where is Risa?” He enunciates. “ I won’t tell you. Even if you kill me.” Without any hesitation. He shoots at the butler.

" Mr Martins looked at Butler Bruce smiling, and then he left. Butler Bruce took a hint then he walked towards his bedroom. He took off his clothes and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was a middle-aged man, but he kept his body well. He walked to the closet and chose a custom-made charcoal grey suit. It was his birthday gift from Mr Martins. He was elegant and handsome. Then he took the velvet box in his bag and walked out of his bedroom. Clayton whistled when he saw him and praised him, "You look dashing, Mr King. Are you going to find your beautiful flower?" Butler Bruce smiled and replied, "It is long o

she whispered and lightly hook her hand around his. SJ led her to the entrance door and before he could knock, it was opened by the family’s butler. “Hello, Mason,” SJ greeted with a smile. “Good to see you. How’s the knee?” Mason, the Kincaid’s long-time butler smiled, pleased that the only son knew about his injury. “I’m doing well, Mr. Kincaid,” he answered formally, bowing at them. He looked at Elli and gave her a smile. “You must be the lovely Ms. Ellisande. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Mason Richards, the oldest butler of the Kincaid family.”

On another road, a loud noise rang out, a small car was hit by another off-road vehicle, and then crashed into a flower bed on the side of the road. Ashley looked at the person who opened the car door beside her, her heart suddenly felt heavy. This car accident was not a coincidence. "We meet again, Butler Smith." Compared to the last time they met, he had aged a lot, especially during the time he was the butler for the Elise family, in his memory, he valued his reputation very much.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

He knocks, the sound echoing in the stillness, and waits for the moment that could change everything. Stanley stands at the imposing front door of Sebastian Flores’ house, his heart still pounding from the drive. He knocks, and within moments, the door swings open to reveal a stern-looking butler dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit. The butler, who opens the door for Stanley, is the very picture of formality and meticulousness. He stands tall and erect, his posture perfect, and his movements are precise and controlled, almost as if choreographed. He is a man in his late fifties or early sixties, with a lean build that speaks of years of disciplined service.

The old butler heard the conversation between the two people in the bedroom earlier. The old butler walked steadily forward as he pushed the dinner trolley to the bed. “Do you need anything else, Sir?” he asked reverently. Sean waved his hand. “You can go and rest now.” The old butler bent his spine reverently before turning around and leaving. The moment he turned around, the old butler’s stern and stiff face turned beyond ferocious. His fists that were hanging limply by his side tightened… What was his Rosaline to Sir then!