The Man In The Gray Flannel Suit Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But she could feel that Lisa was not a bad person. It seemed that she had many secrets, but she couldn't say it. That kind of suppression…Janelle didn't know how to describe it. She thought Lisa must have some secrets. She was lost in thought and did not know that not far away from her, a black car was parked by the road. The man was wearing a tailored suit, with a smooth line without any wrinkle, which made him look handsome and reserved. It was a sunny day but not hot, making people feel very comfortable.

I think that space was meant for me. “Please get in Ms. Gray” Opening the glass door in front of me. “Thank you Rosie” I get in and saw a man at mid-60s, withclean cut gray hair, wearing a black leather coat paired with white shirt inside. His chair was bent from the weight that was putted into it. “Good morning Jane, take a sit.” I could sense his hardship in movement as he tries to point the chair in front of him. “Good to see you Mr. Gilmore”

“You were wrong,” Shannon told her quietly. Shannon was still smiling over Deedra’s stunned silence followed by another endless stream of questions and demands about Nick, about her, about Nick and her, when the man in question knocked on her door. “Oh, my,” she said when she got a good look at him. The man cleaned up real nice, as her dad would have said. His dark gray suit accented the width of his shoulders, the length of his legs. The crisp white shirt

“What’s there to cover?” Maisie glared at him and muttered, “Your brutal mouth just doesn’t know how to restrain itself.” He smirked silently. Back at the East Island Villa, a strange man was sitting on the couch, drinking tea. The man’s attire was very tasteful. The grayish-green casual suit he had on was not from any common luxury brand but custom-made. He looked as if he was around Nolan’s age. He looked unfamiliar to Maisie, but he was no stranger to Nolan.

She said as tears gathered in her eyes. “No, Marissa. You don't know what you're talking about. You have no idea about what's going on between your daddy and mommy. Eat your meal and let's get you to school." I said, running my fingers through her fine silky rows. "Mom said she—” "Good morning my Princess!" Mr Gray said, ascending the stairs as he approached us. He was clearly dressed for work, wearing a charcoal-gray suit that fitted him perfectly. His shirt was crisply ironed, and his silk tie was knotted neatly at his neck. His long, tousled black hair was swept back from his face, revealing his piercing blue eyes and a strong jawline.

Mr Grayson cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt him. In front of him was a tall dark-haired man giving him a cold glare. He wasn’t familiar to him. And he was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted him. He also didn’t look like a security guard–he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker. Supporting himself on his hands, he got up and faced him, sneering. “Who the fuck are you?” He wasn’t about to let anyone ruin this for him.

"Yes, manager." The gentle male voice was so close to her side that she could hear it extraordinarily clearly. "Snap." The book in her hand instantly fell to the ground. But without paying attention to the falling book, she dully looked back behind her. She noticed a few folks in plain suits flanking a man who appeared noble and elegant as he walked towards this side while discussing business. The man standed out significantly with his plain beige coat, jeans, slim frame, and noble aura. He always had a light smile at the corners of his mouth.

The hotel lobby lights were on, and a hanging lamp above them cast the man's shadows long across the floor. Noelle kept her head down. But the moment the man sat down, it was as if she could sense something. Her hand paused slightly, then slowly tightened. Still, she didn't look up. After that brief pause, she acted as if nothing had happened and continued scrolling through her phone. It wasn't until the man across from her spoke that Noelle lifted her head. "Are you Ms. Swanson?" The man wore a dark gray suit, with sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His Jainese carried a clear accent.

As I tried calming myself down, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open again before a series of strong, yet slow footsteps approached my direction. The giddy feeling on my nerves rose. I thought it was Mr. Lim who came back, but surprisingly, it was another person who came. It was a man wearing an overall formal black suit. He was tall, and the muscles on his chest and arm couldn’t be concealed by his tight-fitting suit. His skin was tanned, but it only added to his overall appeal. His hair was sleekly combed. His brows were thick, a tall nose, and there were some thin stubbles from the side of his cheeks down to his jaw. And his eyes were deep grey in color, as if it can suck my so

“Rich men. Just smile and do your job.” The elevator was gold and it glowed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I pressed the button for the top floor and when the doors opened, I stepped out slowly. A man stood outside Room 707. He wore a black suit and didn’t smile. He just opened the door. I walked in. There was one man sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up. And I froze. He was tall, broad shoulders and his black suit looked like it was made for him. His hair was dark and his eyes were darker.