In the butler's view, Ella was not conventionally beautiful. She didn't have a palm sized, an ideal body or perfect features. But she had a refreshing kind of charm.
Moreover, the way she held their second master's arm and clung to it was completely different from how the demure socialites would act, reserved and poised in their actions.
Ella smiled brightly at him.
The butler's expression morphed into a professional smile, so flawless that one would never guess he'd just mentally dissected her head to toe. ''This must be Miss Yu?"
This level of professionalism was truly expected from someone working here in the main mansion of the Kings. Ella thought.
In her previous life, she had pushed this old butler away when he looked at her for more than one second and accused him of disrespecting her.
Blame it on Esther's endless 'pep' talks. Two full days of, "Don't take shit from anyone!" had turned Ella into a walking landmine that was easily triggered at any time.
