Dominant Trillionaire Butler

The Manhattan family gathered in the living room. Leaning against the side of the entrance was Laura.

While Tom aimlessly moved to and fro with an angered facade, Juliette and her fiancé, including their mom, were sitting.

"Can you believe her? The kind Mr. Frost sent her 10 billion, Mother—10 billion—and we didn't hear of it." Tom was the most provoked one.

He loved money so much that he thought any money was his. And to think his brat sister, as he called her, would have such an amount of money and he didn't get a share.

"I wonder what's taking her so long," said Laura.

Moments passed, and Jane walked into the house. It didn't take long before they noticed the person behind her.

Seeing this, Mrs. Manhattan was now pissed off. She had brought a millionaire to marry Jane, and she refused.

For what? All so a mere butler would take that position?

"What madness is this, Jane? So you prefer a butler over the man I brought for you?" she asked, veins bulging at the side of her neck.

Not wanting to disrespect her stepmother, Jane stopped before she could reach the stairwell, while Lucian stood at the door.

"And you, filthy thing." This time it was Juliet's voice that sounded in the living room. She was pointing fingers at Lucian.

"Can't you see she's not even in your class? A common butler! Don't you know when feelings should be buried?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You have the wrong idea," said Lucian, trying his best to remain calm.

"You even have the guts to talk back to me?"

As Juliet was provoked, she found an excuse to slap Lucian again. However, Jane came in between her and Lucian.

"He didn't say anything wrong. I don't have feelings for him, and neither does he."

"Hey, you! Come here. You better shut your mouth," said Tom. He had been quiet the whole time.

But now, he believed it was time to deal with Jane about the money sent to her by Mr. Frost Lucian.

"I need you to send me nine billion from that money now," said Tom. His authority was well established as everyone kept quiet.

Mostly because they wanted to know how Jane could have such an amount of money and still let them live like middle-class citizens.

"All that's left is only a million naira," Jane replied. Even Lucian was shocked.

Jane wasn't like those girls who bought jewelry worth over one billion, and even at that, she wasn't wearing any expensive things.

"Uh? What do you mean, only a million?" asked Tom. He looked at everyone as if he had expected someone to know why.

"Father had unclear debts, and I settled them. As for the rest of the money, I did what Father would have done... I helped the orphanage home and paid the servants."

Having heard what Jane said, Tom was speechless. His face was boiling.

"You little... brat," Tom roared. A step from Jane, and he raised his hand to give her a slap that would correct her brain cells.

However, as Jane cowered, covering her face, she expected to be hit already.

Only to open her eyes—it was Lucian who held Tom's hand.

Even the family was surprised. A butler holding Tom Manhattan's hand?

"Who the hell do you think you are, huh? You stupid but—"

Tom tried escaping Lucian's grip, but it was too tight, to the point where he could feel his bones squeezing against each other.

Any longer than that, it could crack.

"Why would you treat your sister like that? Is she an outsider?" Lucian muttered. "Why would you even treat anybody like that?"

The audacity he had was leaving everybody speechless.

Lucian still gripped Tom's wrist tight. At this point, the Manhattans were already hearing a whimpering sound from Tom.

"I'm asking you a question. Why would you treat her like that? Is money your problem, huh?"

Accompanying his words, Lucian cleared Tom off his feet. The sound of Tom's butt hitting the ground was followed by a gasp and Juliette covering her mouth with her palm.

Jane wanted to stop Lucian, but she found herself just looking.

"Do you really want to know who you've been calling a butler, huh?"

Lucian's eyes were red, staring at Tom on the floor. Lucian looked at every one of them and yelled,

"Is this how you treat commoners?!"

Tom was left wordless, massaging his wrist as he stood up, backing away from Lucian.

"Young man, why are you causing a fuss in my home? Do you want me to call the police on you?"

"SHUT UP!" Lucian's voice thundered, to the point where Mrs. Manhattan fidgeted.

This was the temper Lucian was trying so hard to control. Once there's no one around to calm him down, he's a wild bull.

"You call yourself her mother and you stood there watching your bastard—you, come here, you bastard."

Lucian walked toward Tom. However, Tom quickly ran away from him until someone held Lucian's wrist.

It felt like his mom because Lucian felt all the anger subside, but when he turned, it was Jane who felt like crying.

She hugged him, burying her face on his chest while muffling, "Lucian, don't, please."

"Oh my God, sister, you should have let him hit Tom and see him rot in prison for the rest of his stupid life," said Laura.

She was the only one smiling.

"For God's sake, he's a butler, no different from a cobbler. What can you do..." Laura paused for a few moments, looking for his name. "Ah yes, what can you do, Lucian?"

Overall, Jane was still hugging him tight, restricting him from moving.

"Don't worry, Jane, I'm—"

Before Lucian could complete his statement, five police officers walked into the house.

"Is that the man from the video?" the brown-bearded policeman asked, tossing his pole bat while asking Laura.

"Yes, that's him. He should be arrested immediately."

That's when Jane let go of Lucian when she heard the voice of the policeman and Laura's request.

"Can you believe this? He's a butler after all... Hahaha," the policeman laughed. He brought out a pair of cuffs, but Lucian moved his hand from the policeman's reach.

"Yes, sir, he should be arrested. The butler harassed me and even dared yell at my mother," said Tom.

He had walked out of the hiding spot, still massaging his wrist. It really did hurt.

Overall, Mrs. Manhattan, Juliette, and her fiancé were looking more like background fillers.

"Please, sir, he's not our employee, he just—"

They just stared. Jane tried pleading with the policeman, but it only made things worse.

"Well then, you're charged with a second crime: trespassing, are you now, butler? Arrest the butler," said the policeman.

Now knowing Lucian could really do nothing, Mrs. Manhattan—the unspoken elderly in the house, with no brain, of course—spoke up.

"Sir, I have a request. For this not to repeat itself by him or any other, I want him to receive fifty lashes on the back and be posted on the Internet as a warning."

Whether this was taking it too far or not, even Tom was somehow feeling they'd regret what was going on.

"Sure thing, Madam Manhattan. The prisoner will receive fifty lashes and it will be posted publicly."

All Lucian did was scoff. The Manhattans had no idea who they were humiliating.

Laura smiled. "A few moments ago, I thought you were someone powerful. What a joke," she scoffed, watching as Lucian was handcuffed and dragged out of the house.

Jane, on the other hand, didn't know what to do other than run out of the house.