Summary Of The Man In The Iron Mask นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But one caught her attention, a man wearing a white mask and white clothing while the rest wore black. "Hmm, he didn't tell me you were athletic," the man wearing white commented before bending down to meet her level. "Who are you?" she asked the man and he looked around. "Isn't it obvious? We're assassins," he said as the smile on his face can be heard through his voice. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she examined each one of them. "We've been trying to get the mafia boss for a while now. I didn't know getting married would be his demise," he explained with a scoff.

Only a wealthy man could afford such a luxury room in the most expensive hotel in the city. "I don't remember his face, Manuela," Isabella picked up her dress. She just discovered that she did not see his face. The mask never left his face. He was all of her last night with a mask…did he play her? "Try to…those green eyes will have a beautiful face, trust me," Manuela took out her phone from the bag. She normally takes pictures of events she goes to and the people around her. Maybe his friend might recall his face.

I look at his long lashes and then his mouth, his purple pinkish lips are dry and so tempting. They're actually more softer than they look. If I'm being honest, this is the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on. There's no need to lie to myself about that fact. He takes a step back and I place my palms flat on each side of the wall behind me,slumping against it. He doesn't say a word, he just turns around and leaves. I place a palm on the left side of my chest and let out a long shaky sigh. What is wrong with me?

"Perhaps it was just wishful thinking from the start, like some ignorant village hick thinking that a lottery ticket would make him the richest man in the world. But there's just no comparison… if only I'd just restrain myself and stick to spending my winnings, then this wouldn't happen at all." Frank smiled and nodded. "You're right. It's such a shame that you had to run into me… Come on, give it to me, and you'll have your wish." Masked Man then took off his mask and threw it to Frank. As Frank took it, he turned back toward the other man to see that it was still a void under the mask. But curiously, a strange sea of stars seem to shine within that void. "You have the support of the best s

The one man that hasn't spoken yet stepped forward and nodded at Malaki before he spoke. "Look, we're all here for one reason tonight. We got the answer we came here for. In a few minutes the ladies will have the answer they came here for. How about we go back out that door and the rest of what needs to be handled can be dealt with after the annoucement." His grey eyes move from Malaki to Thomas then to Izzy, before they all nod and his gaze falls to me. "And you're Skyline correct?" His gaze never leaves my face, like he's searching for signs of the woman under the mask. His voice is softer than the others, more human sounding than the harshness from the other two men.

The man stiffened, his eyes flicking to me with something that looked like regret. I stared between them. “What is going on?” I demanded. “Why did he call me that?” The masked man exhaled sharply. “It was a mistake.” “That didn’t sound like a mistake.” “He shouldn’t have said it,” the masked man replied. “Please ignore it.” “I can’t ignore that,” I said. “You don’t call strangers that.” The masked man’s voice cracked slightly. “Please,” he said. “Help me. If you uncover the truth, everything ends. I will owe you more than I can ever repay.”

The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."

She should have been resting too, but exhaustion couldn’t quiet her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the masked men, the gleam of steel, the moment Adrian had stepped between her and death. Why? She drew her knees to her chest, trying to silence the questions. But one thought lingered louder than the rest: she didn’t know who Adrian truly was. A stranger in a gray coat, dangerous yet protective, carrying secrets as heavy as the scars on his body. And yet… she trusted him. Against every instinct, against the logic that had kept her alive as a journalist, she trusted him.

The envelope remained firmly in his hand. Lucien stood several feet away. Alone. Exactly as requested. The image looked wrong. Dangerous. Like a trap. Vivienne immediately stepped closer to the screen. Victor's jaw tightened. Neither seemed surprised. Which meant they recognized something. Or someone. The masked man laughed. A low, distorted sound. Then he removed his mask. The room froze. Elara stared. The man looked to be in his late thirties. Dark hair. Sharp features. Expensive suit.