She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 6: Two-Timing?

The lobby of Hotel Finest was lavishly decorated, and the neat and clean marble floor reflected light.

Anthony sat on the sofa and stared in the direction of the elevator.

The Hunts’ hotel management was strict, and the front desk refused to sell their customers’ information. Thus, he could only come over early in the morning to wait, in hopes that he could catch the woman.

His hard work paid off, and he finally found her.

He jumped onto his feet when the graceful figure carelessly came out. With a bouquet of roses in his hands, he blocked her path in what he thought was a very charming manner. “Hello, beautiful. What a coincidence, I didn’t expect for us to meet again!”

Nora was rendered speechless.

They had already annulled their engagement, so why was this guy still showing up in front of her again and again?

Anthony, who didn’t notice her annoyance at all, said with a smile: “Since it seems like we’re destined to be, surely you should tell me your name now?”

Nora narrowed her eyes.

She originally couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention, but when she thought of how he had also been in the delivery room back when she was giving birth… Perhaps she could try sounding him out.

Her lips slowly parted. “Isabel Anderson.”

Anderson was her mother’s last name.

Anthony’s eyes lit up. “Are you free, Miss Anderson? Coincidence is a wonderful thing. How about going to the cafe next door and having a chat?”

Nora nodded without much care.

Anthony walked in front eagerly. “This way, Miss Anderson… By the way, where’s your younger sister?”

Nora raised her brows. “My younger sister?”

“Yes, that little girl who came out of the airport with you yesterday. You look only about 20 years old; surely you can’t possibly have a daughter who’s already that age, right?” Anthony jested, thinking he was being humorous.

“…” Nora couldn’t be bothered to explain. Instead, she replied, “Let’s go upstairs.”

“It’s just as well that she isn’t here. That way, she won’t bother us… The cakes from the cafe over there are pretty good. You can bring some back for your sister later…”

chase a woman was to please

was very experienced

inspected the hotel, stared coldly at the two of them

his assistant, curled his lip. “That woman’s too much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind that she

her younger sister when she was lying to someone else! I

him had question marks all over his face. Was this really something to

sharp look flashed across his deep-set eyes, and even the temperature in the entire lobby seemed

frostily, “Look her

“Yes, sir.”

the cafe, Nora found a table by the window. In a matter of a few words, she had made Anthony turn

was eager to explain himself, yet his tone

her face that even her eyes were nearly squeezed shut.

insisted on using the excuse that her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll

elementary school in third grade, and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick up a fuss when

marry an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired

as she listened to him with her cheek in her

had known since she was a child that crying and kicking up

in her mind—she must be plain and mediocre, and that she was not allowed to show her wit and ingenuity before she became of age. She had said that this was the only way

Smiths’ behavior. If it weren’t for that company, I wouldn’t be

that he had said too much, hurriedly asked, “Oh, what am I saying

up an

Andersons from

was a big-name family comparable

expect you to come from such a wealthy family. No wonder you have

didn’t care about his assumptions and continued to

casual, but her grip around her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a child

Miss Anderson! That

the Smiths publicly announced was that Nora had only given birth to

all, they would incur the people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had done something like abandoning a

scoffed. “I’m just curious. Since you don’t want to

down heavily on the table and pretended that she was leaving, vividly

He reached out to grab her. “That’s not what I

an eyebrow. “So, are you going to answer me or

such secrets about wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just like gossip

“Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that handled it back then. I really don’t

that Anthony didn’t seem to be lying,