She Becomes Glamorous After The Engagement Annulment Chapter 5

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The snapshot from half a year back captured a mere moment amid one of Anti’s operations.

The figure sported a surgical cap, body shrouded completely in wraps. The only visible detail was a somewhat plump female form. Her head was bowed, cat-like eyes lowered with intense focus and gravity.

Those eyes seemed somewhat familiar…

Justin promptly shoved the idea from his thoughts. The body type of the woman in the next room didn’t align. Definitely not her.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Lewis was urging Nora toward bed. “Nora, with your frail health, you require more rest than most. No more staying up late…”

Nora yawned and replied in a raspy tone, “Got it.”

Even after recovery, her body stayed fragile with low stamina. A solid twelve hours of sleep marked her daily necessity.

Back when she resided overseas, her aunt had dubbed her the Sleeping Queen—for without interruptions, she could slumber straight through three full days and nights…

The following morning, the ringing phone jolted her awake. Eyes still shut, she answered. Angela’s voice came through. “Thought about the company issue yet?”

“...Not much.”

Angela spoke charitably. “Here’s a compromise—we each give a little. I’ll hand over $500,000, you sign the company over to me. That should please you, right?”

Nora rolled over, settling into a cozy spot, eyes remaining closed.

Idealian Pharmaceuticals pulled in roughly $5,000,000 yearly in profit. Over the years, every cent had gone to her supposed guardian, Henry Smith.

The sum wasn’t huge, yet her mother’s enterprise couldn’t be handed off so casually!

Angela pressed on mockingly. “Even after slaving away for years, does your aunt’s savings hit $100,000? We’re discussing half a million bucks. Bet you’ve never laid eyes on that kind of cash, huh?”

“...”

The presidential suite ran $100,000 a night. Plus, fearing Cherry’s discomfort sans a home, her aunt had reserved it for a full month.

True, such a trivial amount was unfamiliar to her.

Noting her silence, Angela switched tactics. “Nora, maybe you’re unaware, but the company’s bleeding money and teetering on collapse. Hand it to me, and there might be hope to flip the reds into blacks!”

Nora mused, Ha ha ha.

Angela persisted. “Pharma business, that is. A dropout like you knows zilch about it. Me? Top medical student, always acing professional exams. Plus, I’m gunning for a spot as Professor Anti’s grad student!

“Anti ranks as the world’s top surgeon, mastering the toughest procedures. A true legend! Yet so elusive. Boston University bent over backwards just to snag them as faculty…

“Why bother explaining to a dimwit like you? You wouldn’t get it anyway! Nora, better bail now. Don’t delude yourself! The firm’ll crash quicker under you.”

Nora frowned, irritation rising. “...Too loud.”

An fired-up Angela snapped, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She menaced sharply. “Playing dumb to dodge the breakup?! Anthony’s heart is mine alone, and he cherishes my medical skills! Wedding gift or not, he’ll wed me regardless! Guess you’re opting for the tough route?!”

“...”

Nora cut the call abruptly, flung the phone away, then clutched her pillow and plunged back into slumber.

Regarding Angela’s warnings… Whatever fiends or ghouls showed up, let them march right into doom!

After twelve solid hours of rest, Nora dragged herself from bed at last. Time to hire private eyes for leads on her son’s location.

Nora dressed and headed out.

At the entrance, after a cursory embrace with Cherry, she drawled slowly, “Cut back on games. Protect your eyes.”

“Four kills! Four kills! So dumb!” Cherry’s fingers flew across her phone screen. Hearing her mother, she nodded absently. “Sure thing. Relax, Mommy, I’ve got Mrs. Lewis covered.”

“...”

She wasn’t paying attention one bit.

Nora tilted her head up a tad and warned, “Next door’s a real tough customer. Stay in unless necessary.”

Cherry’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “A monster, Mommy?”

Recalling Justin's haughty demeanor, the typically reserved Nora spoke leisurely, “Well, this monster is as beautiful as a woman and has a mole at the corner of his eye, but it seems that his brain isn’t working very well.”

“Oh.” Cherry waved her hand. “I definitely won’t go out, then. I don’t play with dummies.”

Nora chuckled. She shut the door and prepared to head for the elevator. But as she glanced back, she froze instantly.

Somehow, Justin had appeared right behind her.

His imposing height turned the wide hallway into something confined. Those pitch-black eyes bored into her, the mole by his eye emitting a chilling aura that seeped into the bones.

He must have been on his way out. An assistant and a bodyguard trailed after him. Though only three in total, his aura rivaled yesterday's overwhelming presence.

Nora lifted her brows.

Truthfully, her aunt had bombarded her with endless cautions before she came back to the States.

No matter whom she offended here, her aunt could shield her. Yet Justin Hunt was the one man she absolutely couldn't cross!!

She'd snapped back sarcastically as Anti last night, thanks to the internet's distance. But now…

Nora slightly lowered her feline eyes and offered a lazy, offhand explanation, “Mr. Hunt, I was just joking with the child. I definitely wasn’t alluding to you or anything like that.”

“…”

Lawrence's lip twitched faintly. Could that woman's tone be any more casual? What monster sports a mole at the eye's corner? That beast's family name must be Hunt!

Justin's face betrayed no emotion, leaving his thoughts a mystery. He simply gave Nora a prolonged glance before striding forward ahead.

Nora hung back on purpose, waiting until they stepped into the elevator before following and exhaling deeply in relief.

That single look from him earlier had carried a sharp wave of killing intent.

He truly spelled danger. Staying well clear of him was wisest.

In the elevator.

Justin's eyes narrowed faintly.

Dim lighting had hidden details last night. Closer today, he noted her startlingly pale skin. Her cat-like eyes tilted downward casually, framed by long, dark curly lashes. She looked gentle and charming, yet that untamed spark when she mocked without curses struck him as strangely familiar?

—

At the same time.

Once Pete confirmed the tyrant had left, he promptly rang the extension for the room next door.

A call was answered, and a childish voice rang out. “Hello?”

Pete hesitated. “I’m staying next door. Can I visit you?”

The little girl sounded astonished. “So, you’re the little dummy from next door?”

“…”

As the finance world's youngest prodigy, he'd never been labeled a dummy before.

But the little girl pressed on quickly. “Can you play games with me?”

A gleam flashed in Pete’s dark eyes several times, and he answered, “Yes, I can.”