Novel & Cerita White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey

partner was six foot four, devastatingly handsome, and had a knack for making you feel like he saw through every single lie you told yourself. The sound of the café door opening sent a ripple of awareness down my spine before I even turned. My gaze found him instantly—dark hair perfectly styled, broad shoulders framed in a tailored charcoal suit that screamed money and power even in this casual setting. Adrian Castellane walked in like he owned the room. And maybe he did, in a way. People glanced up, some whispered, others pretended not to stare. And then his eyes… those impossibly dark, unreadable eyes… found mine.

☆☆☆☆𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖔'𝖘 𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔 {𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖔𝖔𝖓 3:45𝖕𝖒}☆☆☆☆ The office overlooked the roulette floors from a one-way glass wall. Below, dice clattered, chips stacked and lives changed with a spin. But up there, Antonio leaned against the glass, sipping espresso from a white demitasse cup like it was whiskey. He was dressed in a deep navy suit that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly—no tie, top two buttons undone, exposing just enough collarbone to be distracting. A black Patek Philippe wrapped around his wrist, gleaming like the weapon it was.

Caden The suit cost more than most men in this city earned in a month, and Caden Wolfe hated wearing it. It was a dark gray suit; inside, he wore a black shirt with the first button undone. He knew he’d be in a magazine tomorrow with a breakdown of the prices. It wasn’t just about the suit. It was everything: the clothes, the city, the eyes on him. Portland did its best, but he was never actually at peace anywhere. The rain on asphalt, pine threading down from the West Hills, the river carrying secrets that may never come to light. Portland was not a terrible city, but cities were cities.

I cursed under my breath. I got down from the car and walked to the coffee shop with my shades shielding me from the rays of the mid-morning sun. it reflected on my blue suit and brought that 'dashing' aura wealth always seems to possess. Nicholas Grey had a royal blue suit on. On his cuffs were the most expensive cufflinks that money could buy. His suit lacked a tie due to the fact that he isn't a fan of those but even at that he didn't need it to look dashing. Every part of his dressing is exquisite and extravagant. As usual. What else should one expect from the billion-dollar CEO of GreyCrop.?

The glass-walled conference room echoed with the hum of low conversations and clinking coffee cups. Suits mingled. Deals were being drafted, mergers whispered over spreadsheets and handshakes. Kael stood tall, sharp in a tailored charcoal suit, his presence commanding without effort. His silver cufflinks gleamed under the warm recessed lighting, matching the steel in his eyes.

The coffee in my hand had long gone cold. It sat untouched on my desk, forgotten the moment I saw the surveillance photo from last night. Raffaele Moretti, wearing that same infuriating smirk, exiting a building on 12th Street the one our CI claimed doubled as a laundering front. He was in a tailored grey suit, not a hair out of place, walking like he didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I was here, pacing in my office, nerves fraying like the hem of my jacket. Every instinct in me screamed he was taunting me. Again.

Allen chewed quietly as he looked at the three outfits he had narrowed his choices down too. He could go with the green silk button down, black slim fit pants and black frock coat. But the shirt was starting to get a little tight around his middle, he thought to himself, biting savagely into his sandwich. Maybe the bright red v neck cashmere sweater with the black leather pants and alligator boots? Perhaps he could wear his favourite suspenders with it or was that too casual? He pondered. Probably. He stuffed his last bite in, savouring the tangy goodness of the pickles before his eyes landed on the last outfit. A light grey 3 piece pinstripe suit with a crisp white shirt. He wondered for a

The collar of the dress was enough to compliment her neck. It took her a while to answer Noah’s call. The moment he came in he was petrified when his eyes laid on Ophelia. His shocked expression lingered long as his eyes studied her carefully. Noah, just as Ophelia expected, was dressed up in a mismatched three-piece tuxedo, a white blazer, and black trousers. Ophelia instantly saw that his cufflinks were the same color as her dress. She wondered if it were a coincidence. “You…” he paused. “Look beautiful.”

"You are an employee of C.A, but do you know what you have done? Do you know what you have committed? I suddenly got nervous and felt like something was wrong. Will my work be affected because of the coat? "Jonas." He called. "Why don't you tell her the seriousness of this matter? Aren't you the one who recommended her?" I saw jonas frown and he looked like he was stuck in a difficult situation. "Brother Chard... This is not what it looks like it is." "Then how can you explain this?" Mr. Atanante pointed at the ghotic style of C.A that imprinted on the collar of the coat. The letter is small so it's not easily get noticed.

Jeff and Simon, dressed in their sharp suits, exuded a sense of confidence and style as they prepared to take part in the wedding festivities. Their attire had been carefully chosen to reflect their personalities and the significance of the occasion. Jeff's suit was a rich shade of charcoal gray, tailored to perfection. The jacket hugged his broad shoulders, accentuating his strong physique, while the pants hung elegantly, offering a comfortable fit. A crisp white shirt provided a classic backdrop, and a deep burgundy tie added a pop of color that complemented his dark hair and warm complexion. As he adjusted his tie in the mirror, Jeff couldn't help but flash a small smile, satisfied with h