She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

Justin had a lunch meeting here at noon.

On the second floor of Hotel Finest, the conference hall was on the left and the restaurant on the right.

As soon as he walked out of the elevator, he heard the commotion at the entrance of the conference hall. He originally wasn’t paying much attention to it, but when he glanced over, he spotted a familiar figure.

His footsteps paused for a moment. When he heard the service staff chasing them away impatiently, he frowned and said to Sean, “Let’s go over and take a look.”

No matter what, the Andersons were, after all, acquaintances with the Hunts. The previous generation of the two families had been closely acquainted with one another; how could he allow others to bully and humiliate them?

Sean nodded. “Yes, sir.”

But when he was about to walk over, he heard that deep and clear voice going “Wait a minute.”

Nora picked up her cell phone. Her fair and slender fingers tapped a couple of times on it and she opened her email inbox. Sure enough, there were a few invitations lying within.

As the most prestigious surgeon around, organizers of various conferences held in different countries would send her token invitations.

Sure enough, the organizers of a formal conference like this one had also sent her one.

However, she needed a bit of time to find the invitation from her junk mail…

At this time, someone beside her spoke. “Miss Smith?”

Taken aback, Nora lifted her head and looked over—it was a woman that looked about 30 years old. Her curly hair rested on her shoulders and she was wearing formal business attire.

She frowned. After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, “You are?”

A displeased Tina York frowned. They had obviously met in the hospital before, but she was actually pretending not to know her…

However, she had been wondering why Justin had brought a young doctor over that time. After much ado, it turned out that she was actually from the Andersons.

The Andersons were gradually falling into decline day by day. They were solely relying on formulas from twenty years ago and selling medicines based on them. They must have been at the end of their tether and told that nobody doctor to operate on Mrs. Hunt as a last-ditch attempt, right?

had gone

said as a kind reminder, “Everyone’s a distinguished individual here. Since the Andersons haven’t received an

her made everyone queuing

just forgot their invitation, but the truth is

the Andersons’ drugs now. Sigh! To think they’ve been reduced to the point where

do if they don’t improve themselves? I heard the drugstores and hospitals working

with my tail between my legs by now. What are they still

speculations made Simon’s expression change again and again, and he felt as if he had never been

sighed and said, “Everyone’s here for a good time today. If you simply have to go in… Uncle

The way she put it, it was

slaps. Just as he became

“The Andersons receive a lot of invitations, so I took a while to find it and ended up causing a short delay. Sorry

code to the service staff. “Can we go in

“… This way, please!”

did the three of them from the Andersons finally enter the

door, Tina was stunned. She clearly remembered that her teacher hadn’t sent an invitation to the

Nearby.

helping them out of the embarrassing situation, was taken aback. Then, he looked back at Justin. “They don’t

Justin, “…”

was Anti, so how could

Andersons receive a lot of invitations” sure

“I’m just going over to see if there’s a chance for me to return the favor I

closely behind him silently,

you don’t need to explain anything! An explanation is

“… The Andersons can’t sell their drugs at all. If

Justin didn’t reply, he nevertheless looked rather thoughtful when he

their boss, so Justin entered the conference hall straightaway. The place’s layout was arranged like a small banquet. Most of the male guests were in suits and formal shoes while the women

T-shirt and a

as he approached, he heard Melissa ask, “Nora, where did you get

Hunt’s illness before, right? Although I wasn’t of much help, Mr. Hunt