D Gray Man The Millennium Earl Novels & Stories

But it wasn’t just anger keeping him in place—it was her. An older woman with elegant silver hair styled into a perfect twist stood before him. She wore a regal emerald-green dress with golden embroidery, holding a polished cane in one hand like a royal scepter. Eleanor Gray. Alexander’s grandmother. The matriarch of the Gray empire and the only person Alexander couldn’t talk back to. Eleanor’s sharp, authoritative voice cut through the air like a blade. “You dare embarrass this family? Do you think your looks are enough to cover your stupidity?!”

Belle told her, and Sapphire nodded. “He is really the best person I have seen, he checks on us so often,” A woman who was standing beside Candy said, with a dreamy look on her face. “Step up your fantasy, do you want to be a temple dog? Oliver Gray is a rich man and if you have heard of him haven't you heard of the Grays too?” A man beside her said, hitting the woman's head with a file. “I am Craig by the way,” he said to Sapphire, whilst walking to his desk.