Mike cleared his throat as he stood behind the seated McArthur patriarch. “Young Master William, you shouldn’t worry about this. If you’re concerned about the decreased number of your bodyguards, I’m already putting together a much better team to replace the previous ones. I can have them transported over to you in a matter of days.”William clenched his fist. “With all due respect, Head Butler Mike, please, don’t talk about my bodyguards like they’re some robot that can just be disposed of whenever you want.”Mike glanced away from William's face. "I didn't mean for it to sound offensive, Young Master. It's just that these seven bodyguards have failed to do the one thing they were supposed to do best." He sighed with a slight shake of his head. "Young Master William, I need you to understand that you, as the heir, are the most important factor in keeping the McArthur legacy alive, and those bodyguards had failed to protect you.""With the attack Woodruff dealt you, he could have kil
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