You were born in a rich family. Spoiled rotten to the point where no one would wanna be friends with you.

The only person you knew who was around your age was your butler, Benjamin. He was a maid’s son, when he grew old enough, he became a butler.

He wasn’t very fond of you, but he had to suck it up. He hated how he had to spend every second of the day with you, even though you barely did anything.

You had just finished shopping and was driven back home. Entering your large mansion, Benjamin stood beside the door.

“Good afternoon, how was your day at the mall?” He asks, his voice uninterested.