The Most Generous Master Ever Novels & Stories

He desperately shouted, "Save me! I'll give whoever saves me ten million... No, a billion! Ten billion! I'll even give half of the Tiger Faction to them!" His subordinates fell silent. None dared to move. While money was important, life was the most crucial! Who would want to offend Frederick, for Hugh's sake?! Frederick was practically a demon! Just then, a soft voice floated over, "Lord Hugh, why are you in such a panic?" A casually spoken sentence stirred up a thousand waves! Everyone was stunned. There was a heavy pressure in the air—one that could only belong to an experienced warrior! In this world, the true ruler was those with power and could fight! And a Savant Grandmaster, a title

His face got redder and redder and his face became maroon in color. Old Master Shaw just glared at his eldest grandson like that. He glared at him for a very long time and his expression was filled with rage but also helplessness. He had worked so hard to send his eldest grandson abroad for the best education, and he had also given him endless properties to let him start his business abroad. Only then did his eldest grandson has such a successful business abroad. He had experienced many things and was very open-minded, but why could he not stand a relative of his? Till death, Old Master Shaw just could not make sense of it. Old Master Shaw's hand suddenly dropped. He did not even shut his ey

Not too wide but painful enough, this was a common occurrence, physical torture of servants' mistakes was like a tradition that his grandfather Deffin had created, it was Roy's hands that punished them, because since childhood Roy was educated directly by Deffin's grandfather. Deffin never intervened in violence himself, unless the person was insolent. He would only order Roy, now he was giving a warning to all the servants to behave properly, the slightest harm to either his wife's heart or body, he would not hesitate to take that person's life. This was the consequence of earning a high salary, doing the job without the slightest flaw was an obligation. Although the Young master is notorio

' "Madam... if the late Master were still alive, what do you think he would say if he saw you doing this?" Her face twisted with emotion. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes. "The late Master never cared about status. I believe he would be the happiest man alive seeing his son finally smile-because of Miss Livia." Butler Matt's tone wasn't angry, but it was firm-unyielding. Sometimes, painful truths were needed to wake people up. "Do you realize, Madam, that because of the late Master's kindness and his refusal to judge others by status, men like Assistant Brown now stand behind the young master? Loyal, willing to sacrifice everything for him. That loyalty didn't come from nowhere-did i

After the head butler gave a perfunctory answer, the host asked another question again. "Is there anything in particular that you find any similarities and differences between the three masters? Who among them stands out to you the most?" This question made everyone focus on the head butler. Javier just listened indifferently as if this question was not related to him at all. The head butler paused for a moment. He glanced at the camera. His solemn expression contained a hint of sincerity as he answered, "Of course there is. I served three masters and they are all different. The former head, Master Conrad is tough and resolute. While Master Colton is ruthless and cunning. On the other hand,

Oh… Perfect time to eat - she thought with her eyes focused on the tray amd not ready to take notice of the lady's appearance. She could tell how delicious the meal would be just with the salivating aroma coming out already. "Master asked me to give this to you" the lady proffered the tray to her as she collected after muttering a low but audible "Thanks" She cared less and ate to her satisfaction and belched loudly after drinking a lot of water. Ugh… Time to do some sight seeing… *

Aslan stated firmly, his eyes locked with Masters. Master leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together. “You know, Aslan, I have watched you grow into a fine man. I have always seen you more than your father. Fierce, powerful, and that fire inside you always amazed me,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “But I didn’t know what happened to that man who wanted to avenge every moment of his misery,” Master rolled his eyes. “Strange this is that he wanted to give everything up just because he got a Costello pussy to fuck,” Aslan ragged; he pulled out the gun from the holster and pointed at Master’s head.

“Hehe, kid, did you hear that? Get the f*ck out now! Why don’t you look at yourself before you act all arrogant with me?” Young Master Berkshire had a cold smirk on his face right now. He was extremely arrogant and despotic. He was being haughty, looking down on everyone. In his opinion, there was nothing he could not get. It was just a stupid table and this man was trying to fight him for it. What a blind fool! He was the young master of the Berkshires in Capital City. He paid hundreds of thousands to be a member here. Of course, the manager would treat him politely!

"I decided to grant her freedom, just to see if she would stay." "And did she?" Smith asked. "Look at his face, Smith. The answer should already be clear to you. She obviously didn't," Damon said. "He is right. She did not. But she was the only slave I ever loved." It was a shared experience but I don't reveal my past to my advisors. They could see it as my weakness and who knew where the next blow would come from? "Some slaves are worth keeping," Maureen said. "While others are just to serve some purpose."

His hazy eyes widened as he glared at his grandson standing in front of him in rage. This grandson could be said to be the most outstanding out of his same-generation Soros family members but was regrettably lazy. Old Master Soros had always thought highly of this grandson, yet never would have thought that he would provoke such a formidable enemy for the Soros to handle. Although word got around in recent years that the Soros was more inferior compared to the Stewarts, no one actually had the nerves to say it to his face. Old Master Soros’ face was flushed crimson… This was almost like touching Old Master Soros’ sore point!