Novel & Cerita Mr Grouchy Real Name

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

"This really hit me hard. What am I gonna do now?" "Young master Grey I'll be visiting you again in the morning with the vice president of the Calle M group." "Whaat? Can you tell me about who this vice president is first?" Grey hysterically asked. "Ow, the vice president of the Calle M group is called Mr. Swain. He is actually quite young, he is only 32 years old and he's already a vice president of a major and powerful company. He's quite the character, I think you'll like him very much!" Sebastian said with an assured look in his face.

Until I looked at the large office table—which looked like made up of pure Narra tree, where a glass nameplate was placed and his name was beautifully engraved in it. Lucio Gavin Cradford Chief Executive Officer Lucio Gavin. I mumbled his name inside my head. The side of my lips rose. His name suits him. "Do you think so?" The smile from my lips faded and my attention was turned back to him when his cold voice echoed in the room. "P-pardon?" I asked, clarifying what he just said. I didn't hear that much because I was so intrigued by his name. I got no answer from him, instead, he shut his mouth and stared at me intently again. I could no longer meet the intensity of his gaze that seemed to e

I was indeed curious as to what the color displayed but decided to settle my curiosity down for a while! After putting on my grey Scottish skirt, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a red tie, I was directed to a big classroom where I met Egor: “Hey, short thing. Looks like we’ll be stuck together for a while!” He called out referring to our uniforms. He was wearing grey slacks with a blue blazer, and I’ll admit it, he looked really good. Plus he was already such a looker himself and the attire just added up to the mix. He was a giant 6-foot guy with bulky arms and very grey eyes. he had naturally tanned skin with thick black curls that he wore like a crown on his head! He was really the type of

Cole nudged me and motioned towards my back. I got up and turned around. And guess who graced us with their presence. It’s none other than Mr. Grumpy. He looked beyond angry though but in a hot kind of way. Bad Evelyn. Do not think like that for this entitled asshole. I imagined smoke coming out of his ears and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Why do handsome guys always have to be like this? I turned around and sat down on my chair. “What are you doing?” Adrian asked me totally on the verge of shitting his pants.

Hunter shook his head. "I know you're someone important, though." Grayson didn't bother to find out if Hunter really didn't know or if he was just acting. He said, "My surname is Page. I'm Grayson Page, CEO of Page Corporation." Hunter's eyes widened in shock. "You don't need to be afraid of me," Grayson said. "I'm not the scary guy everyone makes me out to be. If no one bothers me, I won't bother them. If anyone bothers me, I'll make sure they regret it."

My bed hair was stuck in all directions and there was drool at the edge of my lips, so why was he even accommodating me? “I am sorry,” I apologized. “Mr. Grumpy, I—“ I began in an attempt to explain myself but he cut me off. “I don’t like that name.” Moore Deadpanned and I stared at him with bewilderment. “But you liked it before—“ “Well, I don’t like it now. Get dressed, I will show you around.” Moore offered and exited the room. I smiled to myself; He acted like he was a bitter old man but even he was a gentleman.

He mused jokingly at the receiving end before the call ended on a beeping tone. Richard Grey, a billionaire and the CEO of GREYSONS COMPANY LTD, a manufacturing company in New York. Additionally, a best friend and business partner to Mr. Jones Asher. As Mr. Jones stood upright in front of a mini bar at the left corner of his rusty bungalow, his face was embraced by anger. He took a glass cup and a bottle of French wine, poured some into the cup, took a sip, and let out his deep thoughts into the empty air.

Lukas replied casually, stretching his arms. 'Entertaining?' The personal trainer wondered silently, wiping sweat from his brow. It was very rare for Mr. Lukas Gray to be in anything close to a good mood. He only had two default moods most of the time: Grumpy, like a storm cloud. Super grumpy, ready to snap.

Fuck. I poured myself another drink. The whiskey was cheap now, not the expensive single malt I used to keep in crystal decanters. I couldn't afford the good stuff anymore. I couldn't afford anything anymore. The phone call had been bad. Marcus had called me earlier that evening, his voice tight and uncomfortable in a way I had never heard before. "I saw the video, Joe," he had said. "The one where you called Clara a bad person on a live stream. The one where you threatened her."