She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Chapter 312: Quentin Goes Idol-Chasing!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The SMS read: ‘Your bank account xxxx2222 has been credited with $500,000.’

Louis felt like he must be seeing things.

But when he carefully read it again, he confirmed that it was… indeed 500,000 dollars!

He jumped into the air excitedly at once and chased after Nora’s car. “You’re my actual sister, Nora!! Here, I’ll open the door for you!”

With a sister like her, why would he still need his eldest brother?

Would Joel ever give him 500,000 dollars?

When had he, someone whose pocket money had been under someone else’s control ever since he was a child, ever seen piping hot and fresh 500,000 dollars?!?!

Louis trotted all the way behind Nora to the garage. After she parked the car, he walked eagerly to the side and opened the door for Nora. “Watch your step, Sis!”

Nora: “…”

She sidestepped Louis and entered the house.

Louis had trotted all the way back from the gate just to open the door for her. After she entered, he happily got ready to leave.

It was at this point that someone blocked his path.

Quentin, who had turned to the side, was wearing a baseball cap, which seemed to hide all his facial features. He wore a face mask and said in a seemingly very cool manner, “Look at you, Louis! You’ve almost lost yourself to money! Who are you sucking up to—money, or your cousin?”

Louis had just received 500,000 dollars, so he was in a really good mood. Without any hesitation, he replied, “If she has money, then she’s my real sister!”

“… Hah, you good-for-nothing! Uncle Ian watched you grow up, you know. Don’t you think you’ve let him down?” said Quentin.

“Yes, Uncle Ian is someone dear to me, but so is Nora. How am I supposed to pick one? If only she was Uncle Ian’s daughter!”

Quentin: “…”

After thinking about it for a while, Louis finally said, “I don’t care anymore, I’ll follow my heart instead. It’s true that there hasn’t been a girl in our family for many years! I like Nora! Uncle Ian wants me to stay away from her? Sure, I can do that. Just give me a million bucks! Just double the amount is enough for me!”

Quentin: “…”

he had expected better from him, Quentin said, “Look at how much of a good-for-nothing you are! Hah, how can a man bend over just for

asked, “If she were the Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts, would

hesitate.

Arts and the Big Brother of the

But!

lips disdainfully and said, “But how can she possibly be the Big Sister of the Quinn

just an example! The Big Sister of the Quinn School of Martial Arts to you is the same as money

an idol. She’s someone high up in the air. How can you compare her to something as uncultured

the gates. “Money may be very uncultured to you, but it isn’t at all

Quentin: “…”

snorted coldly and scoffed, “It’s because you’re still too young. I’m not as childish as

only just said that

picked it up and answered. In a manner as cool and

“Boss, I have found out some info

up. He suppressed the excitement in his voice and asked,

at the

Quentin: “??”

—

Nora returned to her bedroom, she took a bath and habitually got ready to lie down and relax. However, as

held once every ten years in

was towel-drying her hair, paused. She said, “I’m not

very well, though. “Are you sure you’re not

“Yes.”

she had the spare time to fight,

weak. She

School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother

Nora’s eyes instantly sharpened. She

pressured her with the Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother ever since she started learning martial arts when she was a child. They had already been

towel aside and flexed her wrists. She was going to beat him up so bad that even

“Don’t worry, the tournament is an underground one this time. It’s actually because several sects are fighting for the top spot. The Irvin School of Martial Arts’ Big Brother took first place ten years ago, which allowed that old

had only been fifteen years old back then. That was exactly the period when she had become fat due to the hormonal injections,

of age at that time yet. Her mother had told her

a weak and frail ordinary woman—she could pretend to be

his disciple’s personality. He said, “I know you want to stay low-key, so you don’t have to participate as the Quinn School of Martial Arts’ Big Sister. Think of a name, I’ll get someone to make a contestant card for you. It’s good for you to broaden your horizons there, too. Surely you have to