Zoldyck Butler Novels & Stories

– The man said, pulling her from his lap. The woman left there the first thing she did when she got home was take a shower, staying in the bathtub for a long time. Meanwhile, Natasha Becker, one of the executives, assistants who worked in those offices, she had red hair, green eyes, a pale face with heals, thin, slender, and wearing a short dress with a suit of the same purple color. She was the assistant to the man and patriarch of the Zimmerman family, Rudolf Zimmerman who was a purple demon with curved horns, who was waiting for her, in his office on the other side of the large building.

Adrian gently reminds her. He had checked his space this morning. The space is still there . Everything is also still in the space including the gold bars ,the silver and gold ingots and the jades. The books and drawing that he bought from ancient era also still in his space . The sculptures from the era also still in his space. The couple walks out from their room an hour later . They can hear Butler Zhang's voice downstairs . " Butler Zhang ." Adrian greets the old man who looks shock to see them walking out from the elevator .

Maybe she had one of her secretaries pick me up, so she could torture me faster. But the owner of the black car was wearing a suit that was too expensive for his profession. The way he stood, and his gesture of glancing at that super-expensive watch, were not at all the same as mom's secretary. But above all else, I'll never be able to forget that slice of black hair flowing against the wind. “Butler.” I called out to the butler, before my steps actually reached the front yard of the mansion. “Tell that man the woman he's looking for doesn't exist. And tell him never to set foot in this house again.”

It was in the shade of nude, I believe the color was called taupe. I was wearing a dusty pink one-set which consisted of blazers and long cotton pants, and I had my hair tied in a low bun. I wanted to look as professional as possible, even though I was only applying for a butler job. . 'Whatever,' I thought. 'It is one of the richest tycoon families of this city that I am going to work for, and as Zoe said, first impressions are important so I better not mess it up.' .

"Who's he?" Colton followed my gaze. "He is Abel's butler, his alibi, Asher. He follows Abel everywhere and anywhere. Loyal as a dog that man is." "So he could have lied about Abel being out?" I whispered back. Colton simply shrugged. I rolled my eyes and just as I shifted my eyes from Asher, he turned to glance at his watch. Even from here, I could see it was an expensive gold watch. Do butlers get to dress like that? But then again Abel himself loved to deck himself up, even now, for a court session he had three gold chains and a gold stud and over five rings in all fingers. It shouldn't be a surprise his butler has a gold watch, the money he gets is probably why he works there.

“I know I should not trust palace people but they sure take great care of you. They could have forgotten about you by now. Obviously, who cares now a days for an old butler’s son.” “Sorry. Whose son?” He seemed confused. “Old butler’s son. I mean your father who used to be a head butler …” She had to stop because Zek was laughing now. His booming voice all over the roof. Even with a blindfold he looked handsome. Leaning forward he hugged her tightly, “Zella, you please me. No one can get bored in your company.” Once his laughter subsided he pinched her nose playfully. “Now tell me, how was your day. And how is that friend of yours? Lily?”

Oh, they would look so good together, yaoi style. “Excuse me, Mr. Andretti, sir.” My attention quickly diverted to a voice behind me. It was from a young man—a butler, judging from his black suit—bowing his head toward us. “It is I, Clyde, Ms. Holland’s butler. I apologize for my tardiness.” He then lifted his head up, pale blue eyes quickly spotting me. “What do you want?” Mr. Andretti said, approaching my right side. “I was told the Miss was looking for me.” He stared at me, sending a silent message. We both knew he was lying.

“Tell me where the manifests are, or your life is going to end miserably. I don’t have time for games.” “Never,” the butler spat, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “I’ll die for this family.” “Okay,” I said. I pulled the trigger without a second thought. He collapsed against the wall, his body sliding down to the floor in a heap. As he slumped over, something heavy rolled out of his inner coat pocket and skidded across the tiles. The Amber. It glowed with an eerie, warm light that seemed out of place in such a violent room.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

It was impossible but he couldn't stop the tremor of hope that ran through him. "Gimme." He tried not to make the excitement he felt overtake him. He had an image to keep after all. The butler was a tall slim blonde, clean shaven but the greys in his hair showed he was older than he looked. He was groomed neatly too, the well cut black suit he wore hugging his figure nicely. His pristine black shoes seemed to glow in the dark, and his facial expression gave away nothing. He walked gracefully towards Chelsea, a sense of elegance around him. Chelsea wanted to punch his face. He's never punched anybody in his entire life but he was willing to try.