Chapter 2 (2/2)

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 to eat 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 over 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 thin lips parted slightly, and he coldly spat out two words: “Find her!”

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It was brightly lit at the Smiths’ villa.

Outside the door, Nora listened to the digital lock’s “Input error” voice prompt, her lips curling up into a mocking smile.

The password had been changed, yet she, the Smiths’ daughter, didn’t even know.

She lowered her eyes emotionlessly, raised her cell phone, and tapped it casually a few times. Then, she placed it on the digital lock. A few seconds later, the door opened with a click.

The lively atmosphere in the living room rushed toward her, and the crowds going about made her realize that it was her younger sister, Angela Smith’s, birthday today.

Seeing that no one had noticed her, Nora found a sofa in the corner and sat down, intending to nap for a while.

However, a low cry came from the deck where no one was looking.

A few youngsters had surrounded a girl and were assaulting her.

Angela, who was wearing a blue dress, held a red wine glass and sneered as she looked at the girl that had been pushed onto the ground.

It was her cousin, Lisa Black. She had always been on good terms with that damned fatty, Nora.

Smack!

Someone gave Lisa a tight slap. “Did you just say that the fatty’s facial features actually look pretty good? There must be something wrong with your eyes. I’ll treat them for you…”

“Hiss…”

She took a glass of water infused with hot peppers and splashed it at Lisa’s eyes. “That ugly freak looks like a pig. She can’t even compare to one of Angela’s toes! How were you even able to say that she looks pretty good, Lisa?”

Lisa wanted to scream from the burning pain, but someone had covered her mouth, so she could only produce muffled cries as she choked with pain.

Angela suddenly squatted down. She took out a photo of Nora at her fattest and played with it in her hands. “Hey, all of you are being too rough.”

When the others heard her, they giggled and let go of Lisa, who covered her red and swollen eyes with her hand. “Please, let me go…”

Angela smiled. “Let’s act in a more refined manner, and make a bet.”

Lisa’s weak voice came out of her throat. “What kind of bet?”

Angela pointed at the photo. “If you can prove that she really is good-looking after she loses weight, I’ll eat this photo. If you can’t do it, then you’ll eat it. How does that sound? Isn’t it very fair?”

The rest immediately laughed.

“But what are you to do if that fatty can’t shed the pounds?”

“For the sake of a bet, is she really going to get liposuction done just to prove that her ugliness isn’t because she’s fat? Hahaha…”

“Lisa, you have absolutely no way of proving that she’ll look good after she slims down, so…”

“Eat the photo! Eat the photo!”

Everyone clapped and made a ruckus.

Angela held the photo up in her face. “Are you going to eat it yourself, or do you want us to help you with it?”