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

very

hotel, stared coldly at the two of

woman’s too much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind

her daughter as her younger sister when she was lying to someone else! I didn’t even

him had question marks all over his face. Was

A sharp look flashed across his deep-set eyes, and even the temperature in the

said frostily, “Look her

“Yes, sir.”

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

to explain himself, yet his

really not a scumbag, Miss Anderson. You don’t know how ugly that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her face that even her eyes were nearly squeezed shut. When she walks, it’s

using the excuse that her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah,

ill. She dropped out of 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 anyone hits or scolds her,

an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired

to nodding off as she listened to him with her cheek

since she was a child that crying and kicking up a fuss were useless in a

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

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

asked, “Oh, what am I saying such things for?

casually made up an answer. “New

from New

hard. That was a big-name family

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

about his assumptions and continued to sound

but her grip around her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave

a rumor, Miss

Nora had only

they would incur the people’s wrath if anyone knew that they

don’t want to say it,

table and pretended that

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

raised an eyebrow. “So, are you

about wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly.

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

be lying,