Zoldyck Butler Novels & Stories

The Butler was very angry and regretted deeply in his heart thinking that he had hired a thief. Hearing Natalie's question, Jolly said, "Ma'am, I didn't steal anything from your room. I just cleaned the dust in your room." Natalie said with a crooked smile, "Why did you open my wardrobe while cleaning the dust in the room? Was there dust in the wardrobe too? You opened my drawer and stole a medicine bottle from there. Give me the bottle back or I will hand you over to the police." Natalie warned her in a stern voice. Hearing Natalie's voice, the Butler thought that Mr Center was talking.

No one could process that quick enough. Evan's face, however, turned dark as a storm. He knew it. He had long known that beneath Zeke's mask lay unbridled ambition. A middle-aged butler smiled. "Zeke, you jest. That's not a great joke." Something icy gleamed in Zeke's eyes. He yanked his fork out of the steak and rammed it into the butler's throat. Blood spurted everywhere, including the food on the table. Then, Zeke stabbed the butler with his knife, pulled it out, stabbed him again, pulled it out, stabbed him again, and again, and again…

“Mr. Goldmann, I didn’t expect you to come.” “Yeah.” Nolan only nodded symbolically while his gaze was fixed on Maisie all of a sudden, and his tone sounded rather indifferent. “The Vanderbilts manor is really boisterous today.” Stephen took a glimpse at Maisie and introduced her awkwardly, “Uh, this is my younger daughter, Maisie Vanderbilt.” “Oh, I just learned that the famous jewelry designer Zora is the daughter of the Vanderbilts.” Stephen smiled implicitly. “Yeah, she... She inherited the talent from her mother.”

The butler murmured calmly behind her: "These are the words of our Third Master, Mr.Enderson. You can go find our Third Master if you have any concerns." "You shut up," Nicky Enderson replied, looking sharply at the butler. "You are merely a servant, and one of the Waltson family's servants. You have no right to comment because this is the Enderson family's home." Hearing Nicky Enderson 's words, he slapped the table and stood up gently in displeasure: "Enough, is it that yourEnderson family has humiliated others and addicted to it? Listen up, no matter whose family the butler is from, he's on my side right now, and is one of my close friends. You can’t humiliate him. "

his mind began to play its trick on him. “ Alex” Hazel tried to touch him but he pushed her away. “Anthony!” Hazel screamed in fear for the butler who was arranging the meal to rush over. “ help him please, I don’t know what’s… “ he doesn’t like yellow dresses ma’am” the butler said for Hazel to cover her mouth. Immediately she rushed away to the mansion to pull it off.

Hyde, “Lil Hyde, I’m heading out to pick up someone. I’ll leave everything to you.” Mr. Hyde nodded and said, “Alright.” “Lend me your car,” said Zayn. Mr. Hyde cast a glance at his subordinate. The man immediately walked over submissively and passed a set of keys to Zayn. He said in an extremely respectful tone, “Sir, this is the newest model of Bentley. Would you like me to drive you?” Zayn took the keys and said nonchalantly, “No.”

All of George and Old Niner’s underlings were now out cold. Bang! Someone kicked the door open. A group of men entered from the outside. Their leader was Butler Yates, clad in a suit, bearing a gentle and refined disposition. “Who are you? Do you know what place this is?” Old Niner rose with a furious shout. He still hadn't lost the aura tempered from his days in the underworld. Butler Yates replied calmly, “You're Old Niner? And the other one is George Zabel, is that right?” “You dare act like this when you know who we are?!” Old Niner snarled.

Zella replied when she realized an old woman was teasing her. "Butler? No wonder you dare to spoil the show; you're such a flirt." Victoria quipped back with more scathing words. "That's right! I'm the butler who's a flirt because I managed to capture the young master's heart, although I refused." Zella proudly said that she was much better than her favorite daughter. "You!" Victoria raised her hand to slap Zella, but Victoria's eyes caught the maid who had helped her last night. "Hey, maid, stop!" Victoria rushed down the stairs slowly until she stopped in front of the maid, who bowed her head.

“You won’t find the dresses. And you won’t tell Grandpa about this accident either. Maybe someone will whisper in your ear that telling him would only worsen his health. So in the end, you’ll hand me the dresses you were given in exchange. After all, they’re still fine dresses—just not authentic. And I, a country bumpkin, wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. But do you know what happens next?” Butler James froze, unable to speak. For the first time, he was seeing this cold side of Danice. "Grandfather mentioned his friend- this world-known designer. Do you even know what kind of temperament that person has?" Butler James was stunned. Although he had served the Roan family for thirty year

"Since you’re the one who caused the problem." Zack’s silver eyes caught the dim light as he freed me. "Your wish is my command, Don." Whoever designed a three-piece tuxedo was a sadist. I forgot how much I hated these high-society hits. Standing in polished leather shoes for four hours, drinking overpriced champagne while pretending I didn't want to break the jaw of every man who looked at Zack too long. Zack, at least, looked the part of a prince. He was in a tailored charcoal suit that hugged every muscle, looking like he’d been born in a palace rather than a safehouse.