Novel & Cerita Tuxedo Mask Real Name

Not just for the story but I want to know where I stood in the eyes of a man like that. "For exsamle, the blondish looking guy with the green mask and the so maching tie is Davor Horvat, aka the Croat. He works for Mr.DeLuca as his publicist when in the realatiy he is a washer." "The washer?" Even asking seems stupid. "Anything illegal he washes it up and makes it legit," Tamara explains. "Which brings up the same question, if the police knows about it why cant it be pruven. There has to be a reason they are suspected." The law sistem of this country dosnt make sence to me, yet that is a lession I learned a long time ago.

After all, Zenos doesn't lie. Michael snorted at Xavier and turned to Zenos, saying, "He's good at hiding identities. That was how he managed to trick me back then. His real name is Xavier, and his alias is Mr. Mask. He's not CEO Liam or whatever he called it." "Xavier? Your name is Xavier, not CEO Liam?" Sean knitted his brows. He glared at Michael and chided, "Then you should have known when we were talking about it in the office..."

"I am taking care of you." I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique. "Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better. Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Excuse me?” My lack of wealth and prestigious ancestry has made Kristoff’s parents dislike me. How much more if they found out I was attending WSM on a full scholarship? Suddenly, a deep, velvety, vaguely familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. “You there.” I shift my head to the side. “Oh, hello. I’m sorry about that.” I awkwardly step to the side. This guy is coming in way too close. But, gee. He’s tall. He’s hiding half his face underneath a gold mask. His mouth and the faintest outlines of stubble are the only visible parts of his face. He’s dressed in a midnight blue designer tuxedo with black lapels, which displays his broad frame.

“Understood.” Owen was dressed in a sharp, midnight blue tuxedo. His indigo mask was intricately designed with silver accents. A dark wig and fake mustache completed his disguise, making him nearly unrecognizable. I myself wore a classic black tuxedo, my mask adorned with gold accents. I donned a wig of slicked-back blonde hair. A neatly trimmed fake beard gave me an air of mystery. The elaborate disguises were meant to keep us hidden in plain sight.

He took the mask from Derik and said, “This mask has the letter ‘M’ marked on it. The suffix, Rex, is then attached to this letter to form my code name, M-Murek.” It finally made sense. “Can you help us find your father?” Alex asked, sounding polite. “I’ve never set eyes on my father. He hides his real identity behind a mask. Heck, I don’t even know his real name,” Jeffrey said. “Everyone at Beocraft is careful not to disclose their identity to anyone, not even to a close relative.”

I fell in love with this mask the moment I saw it in a shop and knew it would look great with my dress. The car came to a halt in front of the mansion. We got out of the car and Tyler handed over the keys to a parking valet before walking towards the large black oak door that serves as the entrance. A butler in a white and black work suit smiled politely at us as he held the door open for us. Tyler was to my right, and Finn was to my left. I smiled at them and extended my arms to both of them. Tyler wore a grey suit with a black shining tie, while Finn wore a brown suit with a burgundy tie. They were both dressed in a black mask embroidered with silver stones. Overall, they look attractive.

"You Salvatore men are many things, but subtle is not one of them. I could recognize that arrogant posture and those distinct hand tattoos from a mile away—even if you weren't carrying yourself like you own the entire province of Palermo. Not to mention, you brought the Diamond Queen's notorious inner circle as your plus-one. Your giant over there is quite hard to miss." Tex grunted from behind them, his massive arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze bored but lethal. Giordano let out a cold, amused chuckle, twirling the wine in his glass. "If I wanted to hide from you, Luka, you'd already be dead. I wear the mask to comply with the Valenti family's trivial dress code, not to protect

He could hear his name as he passed the crowd but he didn’t give them a glance. He entered a room through a dark passage and the first thing he did was to pull the mask off his face which was covering his identity and threw it away. Everyone here knew Lucifer but no one knew that behind his face was none other than Tapish Raichand, the mafia king. Some of his opponents tried to pull off his mask but couldn’t succeed.

The final figure to emerge from the sedan was the one that really made the entire crowd absolutely erupt into disarray. It was none other than President Walter Bolting himself - the same man that the entire world had thought was dead! He looked every inch the powerful leader in an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo and had an intricate gold mask covering half of his face. Yet, it somehow only amplified his whole aura of distinguished authority. A hush fell over the crowd before the paparazzi surged forward like a tidal wave.