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…”

a woman was

very

just inspected the hotel, stared

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

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

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

flashed across his deep-set eyes, and even the

said frostily,

“Yes, sir.”

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

explain himself, yet his

scumbag, Miss Anderson. You don’t know how ugly that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her

obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she

cooping herself up every day in her room. She doesn’t even kick up a fuss when anyone

an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired fatty like that,

to nodding off as she listened to him with her cheek

that crying and kicking up a fuss were useless in a home

hadn’t fought back despite being 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 was not allowed to show her wit and ingenuity before she became of age. She

Smiths’ behavior. If it weren’t for

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

made up an

Andersons from

That was a big-name family comparable

didn’t expect you to come from such a wealthy family. No wonder you have such a compelling presence and

his assumptions and continued to sound

her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a child five years ago, but it

a rumor, Miss Anderson! That fatty took the

Smiths publicly announced was that Nora had only given birth

anyone knew that they had done something like abandoning

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

and pretended that she was leaving, vividly acting the part

to grab her. “That’s

him and raised an eyebrow. “So, are

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

“Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that handled it back then. I

to be lying, Nora