2: Unaware

"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 correctly?".

Cherry had grown up abroad all this while 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 dazzeled by the casual smile at the corners of her lips.

When did such a beauty come to California? she was even more beautiful and charming than those Blisters celebrities.

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

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

Which part of her mom was fat?!

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

Anthony wanted to go after, 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!".

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At Hotel Finest, a hotel under the hunt Corporation.

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

When she returned the calls, she heard her father's angrily cursing,"Nora what are you doing, where are you and why are you not picking up you calls?! Weren't you making a huge fuss about breaking off the engagement? Get your a*s back here right now, and stop wasting your younger sister and Anthony's time when they've got something good going for themselves. 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 reached an agreement.

Nora said lightly, "I'll come by 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 shirt hair, and her exquisite, adorable facial features made 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 only one they were occupying, it was said that the Hunts had left the other for themselves, so it wasn't 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. 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.

Pete's face tensed up tightly. He had been brought up strictly ever since he was a baby. Even the nutritional value of his meals had to be calculated.

However, a strong desire suddenly emerged in the boy who had always exercised self-control: "I want mousse cake."

"…"

Justin Hunt glanced at him and carried him into the room with one hand.

Exuding an icy aura that kept people away from him, he walked ober to the computer and continued the video conference.

The person opposite him gave him their 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 lips parted slightly, and he coldly spat out two words, "Find her."

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