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…”

woman was to please everyone

was very experienced

the hotel, stared coldly at the two of

Hunt! Never mind

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

behind him had question marks all over

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

said 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 the topic to the matter of

himself, yet his tone was mocking and

There’s so much flesh on her face

obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks

and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t

marry an uneducated, illiterate,

listened to him

and kicking up a fuss were useless

she had always kept her mother’s last words firmly 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

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

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

made up an

from New

a big-name

such a wealthy family. No

care about his assumptions and continued to sound

her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to

just a rumor, Miss Anderson! That

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

knew that

you don’t want to

the table and pretended that she was leaving, vividly acting the part of a rich,

enough, Anthony panicked. He reached out to grab her. “That’s not what I meant.

him and raised an eyebrow. “So, are you going to

raise Anthony’s suspicions. After all, such secrets about wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just like gossip about celebrities, a lot of people would find

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

to be lying,