The Lady's Butler Novels & Stories

Butler Thomas swallowed hard as he didn’t know how to respond As he was about to say something, he heard Hazel speak “I am sir Alex newly assigned personal maid sir” she immediately said bowing her head for butler Thomas to swallow his words as they got stuck in his throat making him open his eyes wide while Kayla and Gerald frowned……..

It seems you have forgotten who the master is and who the servant in this house is? I stared at him coldly; he lowered his head and replied

"Mrs..." The butler looked up and saw the lady's face, his eyes met the cold gaze of the lady and he was taken back, he cleared his throat and corrected himself, he quickly said, "I mean Miss Greg, you have a visitor." "Hmm." The elegant beauty whose skin look like a million bucks remained in her seat in her library, she snapped her books together, and nodded in approval as he walked out. She was never like this, she was never this classy or modest, but all that are buried behind her now. Soon another lady almost as beautiful as her walked in and the two ladies were left all alone. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere, the two friends haven't seen each other in years and today was a very

"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.

In the case of some, who were far better off than the rest and not able to do it, would avail services of the craftsmen in the market. Once the two ladies of the house had woken up from an afternoon nap, the head matron handed the invitation to the mistress of the house, Lady Margaret. Upon seeing the familiar scented paper with rose sigil on the center part, the old lady already knew what was inside. And she was not bit wrong about it. Breaking the hardened rose sigil gluing the scented paper’s tip to the center part of the paper, she unfolded it and confirmed her guess. Just then, Lady Francesca had made her appearance from upstairs. She was currently descending the long and wide Georgian

So he doubted the man would even know what to do with a woman much less be overcome with passion in the wilds of Hertfordshire. They had finally neared the group, and George put on his most unconcerned expression. "Sir Nicholas, Lady Stewart," Maria's voice rang out. "I thought I would never find you in this crush." "Oh, I never doubted your ability, Mrs. Montcraven," Sir Nicholas said, cynically.

She twisted her lips slightly. No need to take more photos go back to work. Mrs Sarah ordered the maids. Yes ma'am said Harriet and bowed her head. Yes ma'am said Kate. She also bowed her head. But madam we haven't taken enough photos and sir Malik hasn't ordered the shoot to stop. Cathy spoke firmly. She is the new maid Magdalena hired recently on the orders of the old lady. Mrs Sarah's smile disappeared and looked at her un blinking. But before she utter another word, Tariq has already slapped her on the face.

The living room fell silent, with only three people left standing. “As for you, Head Maid, your salary for this month will be waived,” Butler Thomas said coldly. “If you can’t handle your position well, allowing just any Tom, Dick, or Harry to trespass into this mansion again, then consider yourself dead.” He waved his hand indifferently, dismissing her. “Yes, Butler.” Alice bowed in acceptance, trembling at the weight of her position. “Thank you.” She bowed again and left on unsteady legs, though she tried to maintain composure.

"Madam, your mother came to visit," The butler bowed as he informed K Whatever about the guest. K Whatever blinked as she wiped her hair, "Where is she?" "At the sala, madam." The butler answered without looking at her due to policy, however, he already inspected the madam from head to toe which confused him. K Whatever was wearing a fluffy long sleeve robe that covers her body to her legs. Even though nothing could be seen much, the butler could not find any bloodstain or see the pain in his madam's expression.

The butler's expression altered, and he smiled, all worries gone, and said enthusiastically, "Sure, Madam. I'll have some of the eldest Miss's favorite things prepared in the kitchen." "Sure, and don't mess up!" advised the lady in red. The butler left the Madam, who was clearly not in a good mood given how frightening she looked now compared to when she was speaking with her children. When the butler left, she quickly picked up her phone again, dialed speed and a call was placed. After three rings, the call was answered, and the lady on the other end of the line was given the simple command, "Find who she is?" before hanging up.