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…”

to chase a woman was

was very experienced

just inspected the hotel, stared coldly at the two of them from

him, Lawrence, his assistant, curled his lip. “That woman’s too much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind that she had deliberately approached Pete

referred to her daughter as her younger sister when she was lying to someone else! I didn’t even see her putting in that much effort when

behind him had question marks all over his face. Was this

eyes, and even the temperature in

said frostily,

“Yes, sir.”

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

to explain himself, yet his tone was mocking and

don’t know how ugly that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her face that

hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll be a beauty if

cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick

uneducated, illiterate, and

off as she listened to him

had known since she was a child that crying and kicking

hit was that she had always kept her mother’s last words firmly in her mind—she must be plain and mediocre, and that she

If it weren’t for

had said too much, hurriedly asked, “Oh, what am I saying such things for? Where are you

made up

from

That was a big-name family comparable to the

expect you to come from such a wealthy family. No wonder you have such a compelling presence and air of elegance around

his assumptions

slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a child five years ago, but it was abandoned. I’m really curious—where

a rumor, Miss Anderson! That fatty took the

publicly announced was that Nora had only

people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had done something like abandoning a

just curious. Since you don’t want to say it, then forget

pretended that

enough, Anthony panicked. He reached out to grab

and raised an eyebrow. “So, are you going

didn’t raise Anthony’s suspicions. After all, such secrets about wealthy families were what many people liked to

spoke reluctantly. “Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that

Anthony didn’t seem to be lying, Nora lost interest right

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