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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.

“Butler Gold…” Clifford turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, feeling a little excited and agitated! Butler Gold, or Hubert Gold, was the head of the Gold family's housekeepers. He was responsible for all matters in the Gold household and had served Jameson Gold for 30 years! Disregarding the fact that he held the title of a butler, he was the most respected person in Jameson’s eyes. His status in the Gold family was solidly above the rest!

“I have good news! The doctors said you can be discharged.” Bryan paused mid-motion, his brows pulling together. The spoon slid slowly from his fingers, hitting the porcelain plate with a dull clink. He looked up at Esteban with faint suspicion swimming in his eyes. “I saw you earlier, who… are you?” The butler bowed slightly, like a servant accustomed to the same question countless times. “I am Esteban,” he replied with steady assurance. “Your family’s butler. I serve both you and your fiancée.” His eyes flicked toward me, glinting with deference. He dipped his head respectfully, and I met the gesture with a proud lift of my chin, silently affirming the story

He strolls in, grabs me by the waist, and hoists me off the man like I’m a misbehaving cat caught knocking over a wine glass. “Easy, tiger,” Hale drawls, thoroughly entertained. “That’s our butler.” I blink down at the man still sprawled on the floor, wheezing. “I was just buttering Mrs. Holt’s toast, sir.” The butler coughs and wipes blood from his lip. “With the butter knife. I think Mrs. Holt were under the wrong impression that I was trying to attack her.” I glance at the breakfast tray on the nightstand. Toast. Eggs. Coffee. And now, a broken man.

Alaric wiped his tears and began to complain, "You have no idea, I raised an unfilial son. He squandered our perfectly fine family fortune. I am sorry to you and our late father..." The old butler did not join him in his resentment, but instead looked at Alaric with indifference. Alaric looked at him in bewilderment, feeling a bit nervous by the calmness of the butler. "Uncle Butler, you must have come this time under the instructions of the master, to save the Hill Group, right?" The butler shook his head, "No." Alaric was stunned. The butler seemed not in a hurry to clarify his intention, but in

“You’re the great Mike Kensington, remember?” “Well, thanks for the compliment.” Mike shrugged. “But, Theo… can we go back?” “Too late.” A middle-aged man approached us at the parking lot. From the black suit uniform he wore, one didn’t need to point him out as the Butler. “Mr. Wellington, we’ve been expecting you. Welcome to the Bellingtons Household.” The Butler courtsied, leading the way. Mr. Kensington has probably told them about our meeting in advance. Mike looked more nervous as we followed the Butler. I almost pitied the guy.

the butler said, dancing with joy. Maxime tilted his head, looking at the excited butler, and blinked his pretty black eyes. "Is he my great-grandpa?" It was so strange—why was the great-grandpa so happy, almost like a little bird. The butler froze for a moment, quickly pulling back his exaggerated expression and putting on a kind smile. "Little young master, I’m your great-grandpa's butler. Your great-grandpa is in the room." "Oh, butler." Maxime nodded seriously, then slid down from Magnus’s arms and trotted into the room. ***

The atmosphere was a silent for a split of seconds as Sophie Mum had her eyes on Butler Andre who tag along which Sophie was quick in noticing and spoke to clarify the situation " This is Butler Andre, the family Butler of my Husband " this was probably the first time Sophie ever those set of words or said it proudly unfortunately Marcus was not here to listen in.

That man hates mistakes, so I shouldn't be surprise about this anymore. "Good morning, Nathalie!" I heard an old man's voice from behind me so I turned around to look for who it was and found the same man who I saw outside of the mansion when I first came here. "Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Mattia, the head of the butlers of this household. Shall anything that you need personally, you can always call me to assign a butler for you and have you be assisted." He bowed his head a little before facing me again. "Now, is there anything you might need that I can assist you with?"

The woman and boy followed the house butler and stopped at the door before entering. “I’m sorry, but we need permission from the owner to enter. Is Blake available?” The woman asked the house butler. “The master of the home is away on business, but the mistress of the home is available, and I shall retrieve her.” The butler said, eyeing them with an unusual curiosity as he departed from the doorway. “Are you sure he will help us?” The young boy asked the woman by his side. “I’m sure. He helped revive you with no side effects that the Julius cross would have brought.” The woman replied.