The Butler Novel Novels & Stories

While we were enjoying the moment together, the butler came, “Mr Lyle dinner is served “

He tugged on it while grumbling in anger. “The butler is so annoying! He bullied Pretty Lady at the entrance... He called her a rando and didn’t let her in. He’s so rude!” Clayton’s expression turned gloomy and cold. His hawk-like eyes were sharp as he looked at the butler. Manners was the basic quality Clayton required of his subordinates. The butler quivered. “No... I didn’t. Young Master, you can’t talk nonsense!” “Why would I need to falsely accuse you?”

What does she mean by Alex had married Lauren to teach her a lesson? Lauren wasn't the only one irritated by that sentence. The words irked Alex even more and made him so angry. He suddenly gritted his teeth and spat out, “Butler!!” The butler who was at the side immediately snapped back to his senses when he heard his name being called by his master. “Yes, Master!” “Throw that woman out of my home and destroy the things she had touched, so she wouldn't pass her sickness to Madam!”

This is a transaction between two parties for mutual benefit, and as such, I should act professionally and courteously. Breakfast was already set up on the dining table, and it featured delights from around the continent. Winston assisted me by pulling out the chair. I sat down and waited for Mr. Colton. He entered the room looking like a regal young stallion in his well-tailored black suit with a narrow fit, his hair perfectly sprayed, and an alluring manly aroma encircled him.

“Who are you?” As if it was a cue, Theodore put his hand on his chest and bowed at her. “Bonjour, Mademoiselle, I am Theodore Doyle, your new butler at your service.”

Confusion was etched across their faces as they recalled the old man's confident declaration. "She's right. There's no way that the old man wouldn't know what Ms. Millie looks like since he's the butler of the Jensen family." "I'm getting more and more confused. What on earth is going on?" "Who's the real Millie Jensen? Why is the fake heiress such a mysterious entity?" Molly began trembling in fury when she glanced at the so-called butler. "Who the hell is this 'butler'? We've been in debt for the past three years! We don't have the money to spare to hire a butler. Where did this old geezer come from? How dare he pretend to be our butler?"

said the butler with a smile . " Who are you ? " asked Charlotte . " Pardon for the late intrusion your highness . I didn't properly introduce before . I am the butler here . My name is George . " said George . ' He.....has a familiar aura with that of his majesty . This dragon is definitely not a normal one . ' thought Charlotte with a doubtful expresison . " Isn't it a bit strange that the butler of this palace brings the princess's lunch himself ?! " said Catherine .

The butler replied with a trembling voice, “Of course not! Mr. Fulcher, you know that I only just found out that Mrs. Channing was alive. I’ve never seen her before that. How could she possibly instruct me to say something like that…?” “She might have done it in the past.” Julian’s sharp eyes pierced through the butler’s soul. The look sent chills down the butler’s spine. “Actually… Mrs. Channing did instruct me to say that upon seeing Ms. Winnington, but I really don’t understand why. I didn’t even get anything in return!” Julian understood. “I believe you.” His imposing aura finally let up, and the butler heaved a long sigh of relief.

Seeing butler Fotune, Violet asked: - Butler Fotune, I'm done cleaning. Now, what do I need to do next? Fotune walked into the kitchen and she was amazed at the cleanliness of the kitchen, so clean that the kitchen surfaces were shiny, and the utensils were scrubbed clean. The whole kitchen seemed to glow. But the butler Fotune also kept that surprise in her heart, but on the outside, she was still very calm, she took out a tangerine watch from her pocket and said:

I don’t. Around noon, my phone buzzes. Unknown number. I almost ignore it. But I don’t. Valeria: Lunch at Noir. You should come. I insist. I stare at the text. How did she get my number? I don’t respond. Another buzz. Valeria: It’s important. For Leo. That does it. I grab my bag. Noir is one of those restaurants where the lights are low and the plates are tiny but cost a hundred dollars. I feel underdressed immediately.