74 The scammer

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, miss. Recently, a rat bastard had bypassed the defensive barrier and snuck into the manor." A proud look appeared on the butler's face as he said, "Our house's greatest soldier shooed it away. But ever since then, we're all on edge and have tightened our security. I apologize for the inconvenience I've caused you. But… I hope you don't take this to heart. I was just following protocols, doing my duty."

Alberto wasn't just any ordinary guy.

He was the head butler of this place, a direct butler of the Count. Delilah could feel he was on another level.

Yet, he didn't hesitate to apologize for his mistake.

Such a man was worthy of praise.

But, the more he rambled, the more he pissed off Delilah.

Swift Death, aka Delilah, had slender, long fingers, the likes of which would charm a man with a simple turn or twist.

Hearing the butler's words, she curled them into a fist.

It was hidden under the table, and her face only showed a smile.