Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1612

Chapter 1612: an omen with legs, hands, and a mouth to run.

Butler Jen and William stared at each other with mild curiosity—though their reasons varied. Butler Jen was a little surprised by the big guy. Charles and Haines were considerably tall, but they both maintained a more proportionate physique. Charles might’ve gained a bit of weight, but he still wasn’t as broad as this man.

William wasn’t fat, but he was definitely a large man.

As for William, he gazed at Butler Jen because the man looked too thin—perhaps a little too small for his liking.

"I’ve never seen you here before," William frowned. "And why are you still in costume?"

Butler Jen smiled politely. "I came here in a hurry. I didn’t think changing was necessary. If so, my apologies."

Normally, William Pierson would’ve immediately found something to nitpick. But Butler Jen’s humble response left him momentarily speechless.

"Ahem!" William cleared his throat. "There’s nothing to apologize for."

Butler Jen maintained his kind smile and stayed quiet as they waited for the lift.

DING!

As soon as the elevator arrived, Butler Jen stepped aside and lowered his head slightly. William, meanwhile, walked in without a care for the butler. But when Butler Jen stepped in and joined him, William raised an eyebrow.

"You do realize this lift isn’t for general use?" he asked, clearly ready to scold the old butler now.

"The receptionist told me to use this one instead," Butler Jen replied, his tone still gentle and respectful. "But if it’s not allowed, I’ll step out and wait for the next one."

True to his word, Butler Jen made a move to leave. William frowned. The butler was stealing his thunder—and doing it kindly, too.

"Ahem! That’s not what I meant," William said, clearing his throat again—this time unsure why.

Butler Jen paused and looked back. "Are you sure, sir?"

"Do you think I’m shallow? This lift isn’t for everyone, but since you’re already here, no need to make me look bad," William grumbled as he hit the ’close door’ button.

Hearing this, Butler Jen smiled in satisfaction and stepped back inside.

"Kind sir, if you please, may I ask you to press this floor?" Butler Jen said politely. "I’d have to squeeze past you otherwise, and I wouldn’t want to be impolite."

Normally, that kind of request would’ve earned a sharp rebuke.

How dare he ask William to press the floor number for him?

William usually had his lackeys do such things. It wasn’t a big task, but it symbolized the power dynamic. Yet here was this old butler, asking him to do it.

William wasn’t pleased, and his face showed it. But Butler Jen simply waited, still smiling with quiet expectation.

And surprisingly, William did it without a word.

"Thank you, kind sir," Butler Jen said, stepping to the other side of the elevator.

Surely, everyone here was a good person. Even this intimidating man was kind in his own way.

If only Butler Jen knew just how large William’s Hate Club was—and who its members were—he might’ve thought differently. But for now, considering how often William picked on others just to feel superior, it was surprising that he hadn’t done the same to Butler Jen.

Isn’t that Atlas’s department?

"Heh." William scoffed. "He must be very proud to be in that department." _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

Not proud, per se...