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 to please everyone around

was very experienced

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

much, Mr. Hunt! Never mind that she had deliberately approached Pete to please you, but

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

him had question marks all over his face.

across his deep-set eyes, and even the temperature in the entire lobby seemed to drop a few

said frostily, “Look

“Yes, sir.”

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

was eager to explain himself, yet his tone

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,

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

grade, and stayed at home ever since, cooping herself up

uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired fatty

nodding off as she listened to him with

had known since she was a child that crying and kicking up a fuss were useless in a home as biased

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

it weren’t for that

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

up

from New

That was a big-name

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

didn’t care about his assumptions and

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

hurriedly explained. “That’s just a rumor, Miss

the Smiths publicly announced was that Nora had only given birth

all, they would incur the people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had done something like

“I’m just curious. Since you don’t want to

cup down heavily on the table and pretended that she was leaving, vividly acting the part of a rich, spoiled

grab her. “That’s not

eyebrow. “So, are you going to answer me or

wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just like gossip about celebrities, a

“Uncle Henry—Henry Smith—was the one that handled it

seem to be