Lydia Brooke's body visibly stiffened, glancing at the person holding her waist. When she saw that familiar face, her gaze couldn't move away.
Jorge Saxton's peripheral vision skimmed over Lydia Brooke's face, catching every bit of her expression. He stared at Howard in front of him, frowning slightly, his voice cold: "Like father, like son! Howard, you are embarrassing! You hit a woman at such an important charity event?!"
Howard glared at Jorge, "Who the hell do you think you are, bossing me around?!"
Why should Jorge Saxton care about him disciplining a female celebrity?
"Who the hell do I think I am?" Jorge Saxton maintained a graceful smile, grabbed Lydia Brooke's hand, and slapped Howard back.
With a loud 'slap,' the palm slapped Howard's face, leaving him stunned, and Lydia, watching the broad palm holding her hand, was also stunned.
As Howard came to his senses, he pointed angrily at Jorge, "Did you just hit me?!"
