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

thought of that, her displeasure quickly dissipated. She smiled and seemingly said as a kind reminder, “Everyone’s a distinguished individual here. Since the Andersons haven’t received an invitation, if you

made everyone queuing behind start speculating in

their invitation, but the truth is they actually

has expanded. There’s basically no one buying the Andersons’ drugs now. Sigh!

heard the drugstores and hospitals working with them have returned

my tail between my legs

again and again, and he felt as if he had

time today. If you simply have to go in… Uncle Simon, if you promise you won’t disturb the others, I’ll

put it, it was as if they weren’t fit to

as if someone had given him two tight slaps. Just as he became so infuriated that he turned to leave, a

took a while to

raised her cell phone and presented the QR code to the service

“… This way, please!”

then did the three of them from the

that her teacher hadn’t sent an invitation to

Nearby.

steps toward the Andersons with the intention of helping them out of the embarrassing

Justin, “…”

slipped his mind that that woman was Anti, so

“The Andersons receive

“I’m just going over to see if there’s a chance for

who was following closely behind

you don’t need to explain anything! An explanation

reported on the Andersons’ affairs. “… The Andersons

nevertheless looked rather thoughtful when

Finest service staff knew their boss, so Justin entered the conference hall straightaway. The place’s layout was arranged like a small banquet. Most of the male

dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, yet she was still eye-catching among the

eyes slightly and walked over. As soon as he approached, he heard Melissa ask, “Nora, where did

helping with the treatment of Mrs. Hunt’s illness before, right? Although I wasn’t of