Charming Lady Hard to Chase After Being Dumped novel Chapter 2

"Nora. Smith."

Cherry, whose head was originally lowered as she played a mobile game, pointed to the placard in Anthony's hand and read out the name written on it in her young, tender voice. Then, she asked excitedly, "Did I read it correctly?"

Cherry had grown up abroad all this time and was currently in the literacy development stage.

Nora rubbed her head and said in a cool and melodious voice, "Yes, you did."

Anthony was dazzled by the casual smile at the corners of her lips.

When did such a big beauty come to California? She was even more beautiful than those B-list celebrities!

Nora was indifferent to the burning fervor in his eyes. Cherry, on the other hand, blinked and asked innocently, "Mister, are you here to pick..."

Before she could say '...us up?', Anthony hurriedly tossed the placard behind him and interrupted her. "Of course not, little girl. I have nothing to do with that damned fatty."

A touch of disdain appeared in Cherry's big eyes. "Mister, you're so pitiful to be blind at such a young age, sigh."

Which part of her mom was fat?!

Her words stunned Anthony for a moment. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Nora stepped forward and left the area coldly.

Anthony wanted to go after her, but his assistant stopped him. "Mr. Gray, don't forget the old sir's instructions."

Anthony looked at Nora from the back and made a dissing remark. "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, a hotel under the Hunt Corporation.

In the presidential suite, Nora looked at her cell phone after Cherry went to bed and fell asleep. There were already seven or eight missed calls from the Smiths.

When she returned the calls, she heard her father's angry cursing. "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!"

It was impossible for Nora's father to let go of the Grays after climbing the social ladder and establishing a connection to such a prestigious family. This was also why he had insisted not to break off the engagement.

Now, the Grays had finally relented and agreed to let her half-sister marry into the family instead. There was no loss in this for Nora's father. It was only then that the two families finally reached an agreement.

Nora said lightly, "I'll come back now."

She entrusted Cherry to Mrs. Lewis, the nanny that had returned to the States with her, and went out.

When she was waiting for the elevator, she suddenly heard some soft footsteps. She turned to see a child dressed in gray silk pajamas, her short hair tousled as she stood in the elevator hall with sleepy eyes.

Her daughter had short hair, and her exquisite, adorable facial features made it hard to distinguish whether she was a boy or a girl.

When they were living abroad, Cherry would give Nora a hug every time she went out.

Therefore, she didn't think much about it. She habitually squatted down, and hugged and kissed the child on the forehead. Although her voice was low, it was gentle.

"I'll bring you some mousse cake tonight, baby. Go back to your room now."

Her daughter's usually quick-witted eyes became dazed for a moment—she was probably so sleepy that she had turned silly. Then, under her gaze, she nodded, turned around, and walked back.

This floor was the top luxury presidential suite, and there were only two suites in total.

Apart from the one they were occupying, it was said that the Hunts had left the other for themselves, so it was not open to outsiders. There likely wasn't anyone staying there at the moment.

Ding! The elevator arrived.

Nora went in right away. Thus, she didn't see the door to the other presidential suite opening.

A tall, capable, and steady figure walked out. The man's back was to the elevator entrance. His voice was low and deep, and he had an aura around him that was hard to ignore. He ordered the child, "Go back to your room, Pete."

Five-year-old Pete Hunt stared in the direction of the elevator.

The soft hug and the kiss on the forehead from that lady just now had made even him, the sole grandson of the Hunts, blush uncontrollably.