The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire

t of the main security cameras. She reached into a stack of folded towels on the bottom shelf. Her hand brushed over the crisp linen, he

senior butlers, was standing there holding a silver coffee pot. He had a kin

d, putting a hand to her

me up to prep the coffee station. You look a litt

wn at her shoes.

ant to... vent. Maybe grab a drink after our

was normal. He wanted a normal life, a normal girlfrien

softly. "I have a second job

to hide his disappointment. "Right.

the carpet. Betsey watched him go, feeling the isola

he approached the double doors of the Presidential Suite. She ke

dows offered a panoramic view of Central Park, the trees a riot of au

the mini-bar, counting the bottles.

eck the drapes. As she passed the

A breeze fluttered the sheer curtains. That was a secu

it. As she reached for th

hite wool carpet, was a

hed it with her gloved fing

h bl

The hair on the back of her n

scanning the room. She noted the heavy velvet drapes, the shadow b

ystal vase from the side table. It was

rd creaked

de instantly. Her knees bent, her center of

nged from the shadows o