A Mere Coincidence

Evidence suggests Kebir murdered several maids in Villa No. 67. However, the reason guests feared Villa No. 67 was due to the downfall of the Kebir family.

Rumor had it that anyone who bought the house would be terribly unlucky.

Under these circumstances, the house was sold at a relatively low price. After finalizing the purchase of the villa, Colin immediately paid the money. The villa was currently in the hands of the city government, so the blonde beauty told Colin he could get the property deed that very day.

After finalizing the house, Colin and Linda left the real estate agency. They turned a corner and arrived at another agency next door, but this one dealt not in real estate, but in service personnel.

The decor here was completely different from next door, divided into small private rooms. The furnishings within the rooms were very simple, consisting only of a long table and chairs.

A beautiful woman with brown hair greeted them and led them to private room No. 4. She had Colin and Linda sit in the chairs behind the table.

"Miss, Sir, what type of service personnel are you looking for?" The beautiful woman with brown hair had exquisite features and a good figure. She usually employed her charm on guests, but since Colin had a female companion and was too young, she was more formal.

"One butler, two financial consultants, some coachmen, grooms, male and female servants, and gardeners," Colin replied, also quite formally.

The beautiful woman with brown hair's red eyes lit up, and she said solicitously, "Certainly. Sir, Miss. Please wait a moment. I will go get the resumes."

She then bowed slightly to Colin and Linda before turning and walking out with light steps, closing the door to the private room behind her. Not long after, the beautiful woman with brown hair returned. She not only brought the resumes but also two servers carrying red tea.

The two servers placed the red tea on the table, bowed slightly with their trays, and retreated.

Colin picked up his teacup and took a sip. It wasn't great tea, but it was acceptable.

"Hello, Sir, these are the resumes." The beautiful woman with brown hair divided the stack of resumes into categories and placed them in front of Colin. She could tell that Colin was the one making the decisions.

"You can go down first. I'll take a look myself," Colin said, looking up at the beautiful woman with brown hair.

"Understood," the beautiful woman with brown hair nodded, turned, and left.

"Colin, what kind of butler are you planning to hire?" Linda asked curiously.

"Just a capable butler will do, preferably one who understands financial management," Colin shrugged. He then began to look through the resumes one by one.

"Hayden. Thirty-five years old. His ancestors were all butlers. Started as a footman at fifteen, became a butler in Baron Turin's household at twenty-two, and resigned last year. Reason for resignation: The Baron went bankrupt."

"Crowley. Forty to fifty years old. His ancestors were all butlers. Started as a footman at thirteen, became a butler in Knight Hall's household at twenty-three, and resigned three months ago. Reason for resignation: Knight Hall went bankrupt."

"..."

As Colin looked through the resumes, his brow furrowed deeply. These butlers were either middle-aged with masters who had gone bankrupt, or they were just starting out, or they had resigned due to personal illness.

However, it was understandable. Under normal circumstances, the position of butler was a lifelong one, starting as a footman until death, with very few leaving in the interim.

Colin then looked at the resumes for financial consultants. Some were graduates of Veil University, while others had resigned because their employers went bankrupt or for other peculiar reasons.

Financial consultants were fine; young people could be hired. But the butler was the most crucial. It would be best to find someone with rich experience. As for maids, footmen, coachmen, grooms, and gardeners, they weren't as important.

"Sister, do you have any suggestions?" Colin asked Linda, feeling a bit of a headache. Linda gave Colin an innocent look, as if to say their experience was the same.

Colin sighed and had to pick up the stack of butler resumes to continue selecting. Just then, Colin heard the pleading voice of a middle-aged man and the voice of a woman.

"Lina, please just accept my resume. I assure you, I'll pay the agency fee."

"Hank, it's not that I won't accept your resume, it's that no one will hire you."

"Lina, I know that under the current circumstances, no one should hire me, but my youngest son is sick, and our family is really struggling. If I can't find a job soon, everything will be over. Please, help me."

The middle-aged man pleaded continuously, while the woman refused repeatedly. Linda was a little curious, while Colin's heart skipped a beat. Could it be such a coincidence?

"Miss outside, please invite Hank in," Colin said after some thought.

"Certainly, Sir," the woman replied quickly. However, it wasn't the same brown-haired beauty from before, but another attendant. Along with her came Kebir's butler, Hank.

Hank looked haggard but had tidied himself up impeccably. He was initially overjoyed to hear someone calling for him, but upon seeing Colin, his heart sank.

"Mr. Colin." Hank quickly composed himself and hurried to salute, looking very apprehensive.

"Mr. Colin." The female attendant named Lina was struck by something. She recalled the recent prominent figure in Will City, then looked at Hank, thinking, this guy is really unlucky.

Colin, however, smiled and said, "Relax, Hank. I'm not here to cause trouble for you." He paused and continued, "Before this, I researched you. You are thirty-eight years old, became Kebir's butler at twenty-five, and over the next decade, Kebir's business grew larger and larger. Many people praised Kebir for his business acumen, but I believe your role as his butler also played a part. I happen to be in need of an excellent butler. How would you like to work for me?"

"You're willing to hire me?" Hank was stunned.

Lina was stunned, and Linda was also stunned. Linda tugged on Colin's arm and asked, "Colin, do you really want to hire him?"

Linda wondered if her brother had gone mad.

Colin shook his head at his sister, then smiled and looked up at Hank. "I believe you are a good butler, so why wouldn't I hire you? I just looked, and the annual salaries requested on these resumes are basically around twelve Gold Coins. I'll offer you the same salary, how about that?"

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Colin. You are truly a benevolent master." Hank's eyes reddened, and he bowed repeatedly.

"Please wait outside for now. Lina, is it? Please make him a cup of red tea. I'll continue looking at the other resumes," Colin nodded first, then said.

"Yes, Sir." The two responded quickly, turned, and walked out, closing the door behind them.

"We bought Kebir's villa, and now we're hiring Kebir's butler?" Linda shook her head, feeling as if she were dreaming.

"It's quite a coincidence," Colin shrugged nonchalantly. He then selected candidates for financial consultants, male and female servants, grooms, coachmen, and gardeners. For the rest, they were dismissed. As for the financial consultants, he directly recruited graduates from Will University.

Afterward, Colin asked the agency to find these individuals, and labor contracts were signed on the spot. That same day, Colin also received the property deed for Villa No. 67 on Wright Street. Everything was ready; all that was left was to move in.