She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment

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…”

The way to chase a woman was to please everyone around her.

very experienced in

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

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

her daughter as her younger sister when she was lying to someone

all over his face.

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

frostily, “Look her

“Yes, sir.”

table by the window. In a matter of a few words, she had made Anthony turn the topic to

explain himself, yet his tone was

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

insisted on using the excuse that her obesity is due to hormonal injections. Hah, she speaks as if

herself up every day

make me marry an uneducated, illiterate, and

listened to him with

since she was a child that crying and kicking up a fuss were

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 be humoring Angela now,

realized that he had said too much, hurriedly asked, “Oh, what am I saying such things for? Where are

made up

Andersons from New

swallowed hard. That was a big-name family comparable

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

about his assumptions and continued to sound him

“I heard that your fiancée

just a rumor, Miss Anderson! That fatty took the child

announced was that Nora had only given birth

people’s wrath if anyone knew that they had done

scoffed. “I’m just curious. Since you don’t

table and pretended that she was leaving, vividly acting

reached out to grab her.

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

families were what many people liked to talk about idly. Just

one that handled

Anthony didn’t seem to be lying, Nora