She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Chapter 2

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Nora. Smith.”

Cherry, who had her head down playing a game on her phone, spotted the sign in Anthony’s hand and read the name on it with her sweet childish voice. Thrilled, she then asked, “Did I read it correctly?”

Having grown up overseas, Cherry was still in the early stages of learning to read.

Nora stroked her head and replied in a smooth, melodic tone, “Yes, you did.”

The relaxed smile curving her lips left Anthony mesmerized.

When had a stunning beauty like this arrived in California? She surpassed even those B-list stars in looks!

Nora paid no mind to the intense heat in his gaze. Cherry blinked innocently and asked, “Mister, are you here to pick…”

Before she could finish with ‘…us up?’, Anthony flung the placard aside and cut her off. “Of course not, little girl. I have nothing to do with that damned fatty.”

Disdain flashed in Cherry’s big eyes. “Mister, you’re so pitiful to be blind at such a young age, sigh.”

Which part of her mommy was fat?!

Her comment left Anthony stunned briefly. Seizing the moment, Nora strode forward and departed the area with an icy air.

Anthony tried to follow her, but his assistant held him back. “Mr. Gray, don’t forget the old sir’s instructions.”

Staring at Nora’s retreating back, Anthony scoffed. “How wonderful would it be if that ugly freak was even half as beautiful as those sisters? I would have put up with her antics from back then and decided not to call off the engagement!”

—

At Hotel Finest, which belonged to the Hunt Corporation.

In the presidential suite, after Cherry had gone to bed and dozed off, Nora checked her cell phone. Seven or eight missed calls from the Smiths were already there.

When she called back, her father’s furious tirade exploded through the line. “Nora, what are you doing?! Why aren’t you picking up? Weren’t you making a huge fuss about breaking off the engagement? Get your a*s back here right away, and stop wasting your younger sister and Anthony’s time when they’ve got something good going for them!”

After rising in status and linking up with the elite Grays, Nora’s father couldn’t possibly cut ties. That was why he’d refused to end the engagement.

At last, the Grays had given in, agreeing to have her half-sister marry into the family instead. This brought no downside for Nora’s father. Only then did the two families settle their deal.

Nora replied calmly, “I’ll come back now.”

She left Cherry in the care of Mrs. Lewis, the nanny who had returned to the States alongside her, and headed out.

As she waited for the elevator, faint footsteps reached her ears. Turning around, she saw a child in gray silk pajamas, short hair messy, standing sleepily in the elevator lobby.

With short hair and delicate, cute features, her daughter could easily pass for either a boy or a girl.

Back when they lived abroad, Cherry always hugged Nora whenever she left.

So, without a second thought, she crouched down out of habit, pulled the child into a hug, and planted a kiss on the forehead. Her voice stayed soft yet tender.

“I’ll bring you some mousse cake tonight, baby. Go back to your room now.”

The child’s normally sharp eyes glazed over for an instant—likely overwhelmed by sleepiness. Then, under her watchful eye, the little one nodded, spun around, and headed back.

This floor featured the top-tier presidential suites, with only two rooms available.

Besides the one they occupied, the Hunts kept the other for their own use, so it wasn’t available to guests. It was probably empty right now.

Ding! The elevator doors opened.

Nora stepped inside immediately. That was why she missed the door to the neighboring presidential suite swinging open.

A tall, poised, and composed man emerged. His back faced the elevator as a deep, resonant voice issued from him, carrying an unmistakable commanding presence. He instructed the child, “Go back to your room, Pete.”

Five-year-old Pete Hunt stared toward the elevator.

The gentle embrace and forehead kiss from that woman moments ago had caused even the Hunts’ only grandson to flush bright red.

Pete’s little face stiffened rigidly. From infancy, he’d been raised with strict discipline—even the nutritional content of his meals was precisely measured.

Yet suddenly, a powerful urge struck the always self-disciplined boy: “I want to eat mousse cake.”

“…”

Justin Hunt shot him a look before scooping him up with one arm and carrying him inside.

With a frosty aura that pushed everyone away, he approached the computer and resumed his video conference.

The subordinate across from him handed over the report. “Mr. Hunt, we’ve confirmed that Anti has indeed returned to the States. On top of that, we’ve just bought a photograph of her at a high price. I’ll send it to you right away.”

Justin’s slender lips parted faintly, and he icily uttered two words: “Find her!”

—

The Smiths’ villa glowed with brilliant lights.

At the doorway, Nora heard the digital lock’s “Input error” prompt, her lips twisting into a derisive smirk.

The passcode had been switched, but she, the Smiths’ own daughter, remained utterly clueless.

Her eyes dropped indifferently as she lifted her phone and tapped it idly several times. She then pressed it against the digital lock. Seconds passed before the door clicked open.

The bustling energy from the living room surged toward her, and the milling crowd clued her in that it was her little sister Angela Smith’s birthday bash today.

With no one spotting her entrance, Nora slipped onto a corner sofa and settled in for a short nap.

Yet a stifled cry echoed from the deserted deck nearby.

Several youths had cornered a girl and were tormenting her harshly.

Angela, dressed in a blue gown, gripped a glass of red wine and sneered at the girl knocked flat on the ground.

It was her cousin, Lisa Black, who had always been chummy with that loathsome fatty, Nora.

Smack!

One of them landed a sharp slap on Lisa. “Did you just claim the fatty’s features actually look nice? Something’s definitely off with your eyesight. Allow me to cure it for you…”

“Hiss…”

She seized a glass of water laced with chili peppers and flung it straight into Lisa’s eyes. “That grotesque monster resembles a hog. She doesn’t even match one of Angela’s toes! How could you say she looks pretty, Lisa?”

Lisa yearned to scream from the fiery torment, yet a hand clamped over her mouth, forcing only muffled whimpers as she choked in agony.

Angela abruptly crouched low. She drew out a photo of Nora at her plumpest and fiddled with it. “Hey, everyone’s getting too brutal here.”

The group snickered at her words and released Lisa, who shielded her reddened, swollen eyes. “Please, just let me go…”

Angela smirked. “Let’s handle this more gracefully with a little wager.”

A feeble voice escaped Lisa’s throat. “What kind of bet?”

Angela jabbed at the photo. “If you can show she’s truly beautiful after slimming down, I’ll swallow this photo. If not, you eat it. Sound good? Totally fair, right?”

The others erupted in laughter instantly.

“But what if that fatty fails to drop the weight?”

“Would she really go for liposuction over a bet just to claim her ugliness isn’t from fat? Hahaha…”

“Lisa, there’s no chance you can prove she’ll look good after losing weight, so…”

“Eat the photo! Eat the photo!”

The crowd cheered wildly and stirred up a commotion.

Angela shoved the photo right in her face. “Will you eat it yourself, or need our help shoving it down?”