She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Chapter 3

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A vicious gleam flashed in Angela’s eyes.

Though everyone congratulated her and cursed that wretched fatty, that little wretch Lisa had the nerve to claim Nora’s facial features weren’t ugly?

Hah.

Angela was just about to hand the photo to Lisa when abruptly… A pale, slender, and cool arm stretched out and snatched it away.

With her gaze lowered, Nora crumpled the photo casually and seized Angela’s hair. The moment she opened her mouth to scream in agony, Nora shoved the photo right into it!

Her movements flowed as smoothly as silk.

Only after tasting the bitter, nasty flavor in her mouth did Angela finally snap to her senses. She tried to spit it out, but then a low, detached voice rang out. “A bet’s a bet, Angela.”

Angela’s actions froze in shock, and she stared at her like she’d encountered a specter.

The girl sported a plain white shirt paired with jeans, accentuating her long legs and slim waist.

Her hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray locks draping over her neck. Her skin gleamed smooth as satin, pale and flawless. She radiated stunning beauty!

That voice felt so familiar, though…

Seeing the scene, the crowd clustered closer. A boy scowled. “Who the hell are you, gorgeous? Angela’s engaged to Mr. Gray! Aren’t you scared of crossing the Grays?”

Nora paid him no mind and assisted Lisa to her feet. Noting her eyes were red but not severely damaged, she murmured, “Go rinse them with clean water.”

Lisa bit her lip, calling out hesitantly, “Are you Nora?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

The group stood dumbfounded, staring at her in disbelief.

Someone muttered instinctively, “That fatty turned out this gorgeous after slimming down?”

They turned to Angela once more. She was quite attractive, even beautiful by most standards, and always boasted about her appearance. Yet right then, standing beside Nora, she appeared downright plain.

Their gazes felt like stinging slaps on Angela’s cheeks, her face burning fiercely…

She had schemed to make the fatty return for the engagement annulment on her birthday precisely to show everyone how far superior her beauty was to Nora’s.

But now, she’d turned into the laughingstock!

“What’s going on here?”

Nora’s father marched over with his present wife. Spotting Nora, he froze in surprise and exclaimed, “Nora?”

His older daughter looked so striking after losing weight?

A flicker of malice danced in Angela’s eyes. Suddenly, she burst into tears and yanked the photo from her mouth. “Nora, I get that you’re upset Anthony’s calling off the engagement. Go ahead and hit me more…”

Her weeping jolted their father back, and he swung his hand at Nora without hesitation. “Nora! Anthony’s ending things because of your shameless conduct and premarital pregnancy! You brought this on yourself. How is it your sister’s fault?”

A chill seeped into the depths of Nora’s heart.

Five years prior, her father’s callous bias had shattered her heart completely.

She moved to dodge the slap when her stepmother, Wendy Simpson, stepped in unexpectedly and halted him. “So many eyes on us, Henry. Remember what truly matters.”

The truly important matter…

Henry stifled his fury and barked, “Upstairs with me, now!”

In the study.

Henry, Wendy, and Angela sat as a trio.

Nora lounged opposite, slumped against the sofa with drooping eyelids, resembling a rebellious outlaw who scorned the world. Yet those who knew her understood she was merely drowsy.

Henry cut straight to it. “Nora, the Grays have consented to end the engagement, and your sister will marry into their family. It’s her birthday today. Why not gift her the company your mother bequeathed as a wedding and birthday present?”

Angela chimed in eagerly, “Your premarital pregnancy shamed the Smiths and made the Grays a joke for years. Hand over the company as compensation!”

Henry flung the pre-prepared contract across and demanded, “Ownership transfer agreement. Sign it.”

Nora’s gaze turned icy.

The Smiths had clung to the engagement to elevate their status, and the Grays had resisted canceling it for their own reasons. Now, it was all pinned on her?

Moreover, everything the Smiths possessed came from her mother… They squatted in the house and now eyed the company too?

Their bottomless avarice repulsed her.

She lifted her head faintly and replied coolly, “No.”

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Angela screeched loudly, “Nora, what do you mean by that?”

Nora peeked outside—it was already getting dark. Yearning to return home and snuggle with Cherry, she got straight to the point and declared, “Annul the engagement? Sure. Wedding gift? Absolutely not.”

With that, she rose and strode toward the exit.

“Stop right there, Nora!”

Henry bellowed in fury. Regrettably, Nora completely ignored him.

As she arrived at the front porch, Angela dashed after her and obstructed her way. “Spit it out, Nora—are you refusing to cancel the engagement because you can't stand to lose Anthony?!”

Nora felt irritated by her. “Move aside.”

“So that's truly your plan! How utterly shameless of you!”

Angela swung her hand toward Nora's face with haughty insolence!

But in the next instant, Nora seized her wrist firmly.

Struggling futilely to pull away, the panicked and furious Angela snarled, “Don't you dream that Anthony will suddenly want you back just because you've gotten prettier! He'll never wed a tainted woman like you burdened with those illegitimate kids, no matter what! Oh, and speaking of which, why didn't you bring that little bastard whose dad's a total mystery?”

Smack!

Nora slapped her back with full force, mercilessly.

Her eyes were pitch black, resembling a fiend emerging from the depths of hell. “Cherry is no bastard. If I catch you talking trash like that again, I won't hold back!”

Having issued the threat, she spun around and departed.

Angela's cheek burned with intense pain. Her eyes bulged in astonishment, terror-struck to the point she forgot even to sob.

—

California's night was alive with flashing neon lights.

Nora rested in the taxi with eyes shut. Flickering lights danced across her face, brightening and fading unpredictably, evoking a sense of solitude.

Unknown father… Little bastard child…

Those words filled her with a deep melancholy sigh.

Five years back, her pregnancy remained an unsolved puzzle. She had zero idea who Cherry's father could be.

“We've arrived.” The driver's voice snapped Nora from her reverie.

She had barely stepped out and entered the hotel lobby when a group of bodyguards surged forward, shoving her to the side. “Kindly make way!”

Onlookers who got halted murmured quietly:

“Why's Mr. Hunt heading out so late at night?”

“Rumor has it the Hunts' only grandson is craving mousse cake…”

As Nora lifted her hand for a yawn, her gaze caught a majestic, lofty man emerging from the elevator, carrying a boy of about five or six in his arms.

The man stared ahead fixedly while advancing. Yet as he went past Nora, he halted abruptly. Fixing her with an intense stare, he spoke in a low, resonant tone, “Miss Smith…”

Nora froze in the middle of her yawn.