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Bartholomew the Fourteenth. "It is my honor, sir," The butler said. "That it is during my service that you finally come home." Vladimir snorted. "May I take the missus to her room?" Bartholomew, the fourteenth, asked. "Don't go anywhere near the missus," Vladimir growled. The butler blanched and nodded. "I have prepared your quarters, and they are ready for you any time you're ready for them. Can I get you anything to drink, sir?"

"Young master." The butler squatted down on the ground to put on his shoes for him, and while putting them on, he said stiffly, "Old master asked me to tell you that he promised not to hook whores any more, so please give him another chance and don't deduct his living expenses please." At that, Reginald kicked him to the ground, with a bad face towards him. Ben watched in silence. The butler, well knowing Reginald's unkind temper, quickly stood up and retreated to the side, lowering his head, not daring to say anything.

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:

So I asked in a whisper, “Was he sad and lonely before?” The butler whispered back, “He was not that kind, he was kinda—distant, and ruthless.” “W-What?”

"If you just stepped in a little further, you might be surprised." David chuckled, shaking his head at the butler's antics. Ben Baker was still the same. A jovial man that had worked for his family for over twenty years. Tipping his head at the butler, a habit he had developed in London when he had nothing more to say, he walked past him.

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 .

Since the man rarely spoke, that did imply he treasured his words. 'If that's the case, he will tell me about everything, right?' Once the wheelchair was pushed inside the mansion, a butler greeted them by bowing. Seeing a real-life butler managed to bring a brightness to her eyes. "This is Butler Min. If you need anything, just call for him," Hyunjin stated. Butler Min appeared to be in his fifties and wore a stoic expression on his face. She wasn't even able to guess whether or man was fond of her.

THE LADY BUTLER MR. MARTIN The lady butler of the family was Ms. Jasmin Rheas. She lived on the main floor of Martin's mansion. She was twenty-three years old. She was the only service that could stay inside the mansion at night for emergency services needed by the family during the night. Jasmin was needed for Mr. Martin's needs whenever he comes late at night. She prepared warm food for him when he was late for dinner. She took care of him whenever he stayed in the main floor until he goes upstairs to sleep. When he works late in the study room, she brought him coffee or tea. When he wanted to stay late near the pool, goes swimming or drinking, Jasmin was patiently waiting for him till h

"How about letting the butler take Mr. Claude back? I’d like to catch up with Miss Frost." His tone was light, but the command behind it was unmistakable. Claude hesitated, about to say something, but Suzy discreetly pressed a hand on his shoulder, urging him to let it go. He changed course smoothly, "Suzy, make sure to take good care of Mr. Wright." "Of course, Mr. Claude.” The butler, who had been trying to remain invisible amidst the tension, finally stepped forward, nervously pushing Claude away. The butler was, after all, the one who managed the entire household. There wasn’t a corner of the

"Sarah, why don't you go say ur byes byes and pick up your belongings. Don't let us delay this fine gentleman. No?" Sarah nodded in response, leaving them behind. A few minutes passed, yet Sarah was yet to come out "Sorry to ask, who are you to the Ragon family?" Linda asked, trying to break the awkward silence. "A Butler." James replied. Linda was surprised. A Butler wasn't really important nowadays, but yet the fact that a Butler was sent to pick Sarah up meant two things. Either Sarah wasn't of much importance to them, or the Butler was some kind of high post within the Ragon family.