She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Chapter 4

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Her mouth hung half-open as Nora stared at Justin in shock.

A towering figure over 6’2″, the man donned a custom black suit that accentuated his long, straight legs.

Luxurious hotel lights bathed his stoic face, highlighting its sharp, sculpted contours and noble aura.

Yet the mole by his eye blended seduction with iciness, lending him an air of restrained desire.

The child in his arms wore a suit too. He nestled against the man's shoulder, hiding his face to dodge sneaky media shots that might reveal his identity.

Regrettably, she had no interest in admiring his handsome features right now.

Did Justin Hunt… discover she was Anti?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, she saw Justin furrow his brows. With commanding presence, he declared, “Stay away from my son. Also, you’re not my type.”

His deep, resonant voice, like a baritone, vibrated through her ears, tempting one to listen longer despite the bone-chilling coldness he exuded.

Nora's sleepy, downcast eyes snapped wide open in that moment. A big question mark popped up in her head: ?

As she stood there dazed, the man pivoted and walked away briskly.

Suddenly, surrounding people all turned to her, stepping back like she carried a plague while whispering among themselves:

“These days, tons of folks try cozying up to Mr. Hunt via his only grandson, but he despises that approach the most!”

“Looks like the previous lady bold enough to eye the Hunts’ precious grandson ended up wed to a 60-year-old geezer. She's way too daring!”

Only after catching those murmurs did Nora grasp his words' true intent.

…Is that guy insane?

Before long, Justin exited the lobby. His bodyguards pulled back, restoring calm to the hotel entrance.

Within the stretched black Bentley.

Pete wore a gloomy expression, protesting quietly.

Justin knitted his brows.

His son's odd actions that evening prompted him to review the hallway surveillance. There, footage showed the woman embracing and kissing his boy.

Strangely, Pete—for once—didn't push away despite his usual aversion to touch and people.

Was it her striking fairness and beauty that captivated so much?

He recalled her stunning looks that shone through even plain clothes, plus the lazy wildness as she yawned.

Especially those cat-like eyes flashing rejection and apathy toward him. Unlike typical women, she clearly hid some cunning moves!

—

Over at the Smiths.

Anthony arrived after the birthday bash had wrapped up.

Angela's cheek puffed up with a vivid handprint. She pressed an ice-wrapped towel against it for relief. Sobbing, she whined, “Why'd you show up so late, Anthony?”

Anthony shifted awkwardly for a second.

En route to the Smiths, he'd detoured to have a PI dig into the stunning woman from the airport.

He cleared his throat, feigning worry and care. “What went down? Did that chubby girl slap you? Still balking at breaking the engagement? Where's she at? I'll confront her myself!”

Confront her himself… They'd cross paths.

For no clear reason, Angela pictured that fiercely gorgeous face, unease stirring inside her.

Should Anthony encounter Nora, he'd surely lose interest in her… Wouldn't he?

Angela gripped the towel tighter. At once, she replied, “No need for you to go yourself, Anthony. She's just clinging to the company. Relax, I'll force her to agree.”

Anthony didn't push it. His thoughts had already wandered elsewhere. He nodded firmly. “No company, no way Grandpa approves our engagement! Handle this for me. Can't stand her piggy face anyway. Oh, and has she packed on more weight?”

Angela grew alert. Dodging the question, she said, “Skip meeting her if you hate it. I'll sort the wedding gift issue for sure.”

“Okay.”

Departing the Smiths, Anthony drove distractedly. Yet his thoughts fixated on the airport beauty. Unbeknownst to him who she was, her aura and allure were rare gems in his life.

Wouldn't it be amazing to make her his bride.

The idea sparked, fueling an intense urge to meet her once more.

Abruptly, a call came from the private investigator. “Mr. Gray, I couldn’t find the identity of that beauty, but I found the hotel where she’s temporarily staying.”

Anthony’s gaze brightened instantly. “Send it to me!”

—

Upon arriving at the hotel, Nora found Cherry already fast asleep.

She headed directly into the study.

Settling onto the sofa, she dialed a number. “Solo, give me all the information about Idealian Pharmaceuticals.”

That energetic voice carried a hint of fatigue right then. “Say, Anti, don’t go too far. Do you think I’m your subordinate just because I owe you my life? Don’t I, the world’s number one hacker, deserve some respect? You’re asking me to do even something as trivial as this? How about you name your price, and we call it even?”

A subtle upturn formed at the corners of Nora’s lips. “Sure. How much is your life worth?”

“…” A brief silence hung before Solo relented, “Fine, you win. Give me five minutes.”

Precisely five minutes later, Solo forwarded her the complete details on Idealian Pharmaceuticals via email.

Idealian Pharmaceuticals was the business her mother had bequeathed upon her passing. Too young back then, she had passed it to a trusted manager for oversight. To this day, she hadn’t stepped in to manage it herself. Yet the Smiths coveted it fiercely, even pressing her to hand it over to Angela as a bridal gift—something suspicious was clearly afoot.

She pored over the documents intently until faint footsteps echoed through the soundproofed hallway.

The noise broke her focus, prompting Nora to frown. Mrs. Lewis clarified, “Folks are occupying the presidential suite nearby. Word is, it’s Mr. Hunt.”

At that moment, her phone chimed—a text from Solo: “The number one family is impressive indeed. Mr. Hunt offered me a few million dollars just to know whether you’re a man or a woman. Anti, you’re done for!”

Justin Hunt once more.

Nora’s feline eyes drifted downward a touch. Her slim, graceful fingers flew across the keyboard as she typed back: “Pass him a message for me.”

Over in the neighboring presidential suite.

The tall, lean Justin reclined on the sofa.

His aide Lawrence Zimmer stood by attentively. “Mr. Hunt, Solo has brought a message from Dr. Anti.”

Justin lifted his gaze icily. “What is it?”

Lawrence cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses before reciting the message steadily. “Dr. Anti asks, ‘Mr. Hunt, are you looking for me in such a hurry because you require brain surgery?’”

“…”

Instantly, the room’s chill deepened to arctic levels.

After a tense stretch, Justin reined in his fury and forced out: “The! Photo!”

Lawrence grasped his intent at once and swiftly produced the exorbitantly purchased photo of Dr. Anti, offering it to him.

Justin seized it.

He was set on uncovering precisely who dared to mock him!