"Howard, you can't even compare to Jorge Saxton's little finger!" Lydia Brooke stood up straight, looking at Howard calmly. "Jorge Saxton would never use such despicable means to force a woman! It's an insult to Jorge Saxton to be related to you!"
As Lydia's words fell, Howard's anger rose even higher. He stepped forward and reached out to strangle Lydia's neck, his eyes fierce. "Say that again?! Lydia, don't think I don't know about the little relationship you have with Jorge Saxton! How clean and noble do you think you really are? Did Jorge Saxton keep you? How much did he pay? I'll pay double! I've decided to sleep with you!"
"Ha," Lydia sneered, "Howard, I disdain associating with someone like you! Comparing you to Jorge was a mistake on my part! Because from start to finish, you can't compare to Jorge!"
Lydia struggled to breathe as Howard strangled her neck, her gaze filled with disdain as she looked at Howard.
