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…”

way to chase a woman was to

very

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

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

she even referred to her daughter as her younger sister when she was lying to someone else! I

marks all over his face. Was this really something

eyes, and even the temperature in the entire lobby seemed to drop a

frostily, “Look her

“Yes, sir.”

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

yet his

how ugly that fatty is. There’s so much flesh on her face that even her eyes were nearly squeezed shut. When

her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if she’ll be a beauty if she slims

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

unfair to make me marry an uneducated, illiterate, and mentally impaired fatty like

off as she listened

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

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 had said that this was

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

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

casually made up an

Andersons from

hard. That was a

fawned on her even more. “I didn’t expect you to come from such a wealthy family. No

about his assumptions and

seemed casual, but her grip around her coffee cup had tightened slightly. “I heard that your fiancée gave birth to a

Miss Anderson! That fatty

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

if anyone knew that they had done something like abandoning a newborn

Since you don’t want to say it, then

the table and pretended that she

to grab her. “That’s not what I meant. Don’t

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

didn’t raise Anthony’s suspicions. After all, such secrets about wealthy families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just like

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

Anthony didn’t seem to be lying,