Maurice Black Butler Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aaron cast a pointed glance at the butler, raising his hand slightly. The butler, an older man named Adrien Warren, who had served the Fletcher family for nearly thirty years, immediately approached. “Mr. Aaron, what can I do for you?” Aaron, with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, said, “Adrien, you’ve been around a long time. Are you really telling me you don’t know what I want?” The butler froze for a moment, bowing his head even lower. “Please tell me, sir.” Aaron leaned back in his chair. “I want some soup.”

Just as I was happily enjoying the ongoing drama, our butler, Maurice Black, walked over to me with a troubled expression. He said, "There's a woman outside claiming to be your younger sister, Mrs. Lawrent. She also asked me to deliver a message to you." "What did she say?" I asked. Maurice replied, "She asked you to meet her if you want to know the true cause of your grandmother's death." My heart sank, and I snapped my head up to look at him.

The old Blackwood mansion stood miles away from the city — beautiful and magnificent as always. When we finally arrived, the gates opened automatically for us. The garden was wild, and unkept. I wondered what Raine was doing recently. The house loomed tall and cold against the night sky. I stepped out of the car and walked toward the front doors. Each step echoed like a heartbeat. The maids rushed to me to greet me, but I ignored them. “Butler Zhou is back.” The maid said with a smile. I ignored her and rushed into the building. Butler Zhou stood by the door and bowed to greet me. “Young Master, you asked for me,” he said.

What can be more of a demon than her father? My attention snapped back to the present. She led us into a spacious, sparkly kitchen. The decor is spotless grey and white, like in those cooking TV shows. A butler who appeared as old as Bruce Wayne’s bows in greeting upon seeing us. He’s wearing a butler outfit all complete with white gloves and a white napkin dangling from his arm. I bowed back while she nodded in acknowledgement. “Hi, Marco.” “We're having a movie night; can we get snacks?”

Nina Morrison speculates in the mind that according to Grandfather Gray, the butler is supposed to have a crush on Carolyn and he often lets her out. But who is this woman? Why is she shouting to see Sarah Gray? Such a mess. Nina Morrison starts to question her IQ. The butler keeps his bow and doesn't speak. Grandfather Gray sighs, "I know you want her to see Sarah. Never mind, you can go!" Lucien Gray waves his hand and all servants leave. There are only Lucien Gray, Nina Morrison and Grandfather Gray sitting at the large dining table. Grandfather Gray nods to Lucien Gray.

“But you never learn, do you?” The sound of footsteps broke the tension as Blaze’s butler appeared, flanked by two security guards. His expression was calm, but his eyes flashed with unmistakable authority. “Is there a problem here, Mrs. Black?” he asked, his voice polite but firm. Summer’s eyes widened as she looked between us, realization dawning. “Mrs. Black?” “Yes,” he said, his tone clipped. “You’ve been harassing my master’s wife. That won’t be tolerated.” He turned to the guards. “Escort this woman out of the premises. She’s no longer welcome here.”

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