Chapter 1550: Call Him a Scumbag, Xi!

This boy looks about ten years old, is he Lydia Brooke’s brother?

Not at all; those clear, aloof features do resemble Lydia Brooke somewhat. And just now from the words of the man opposite, he heard the words ’mother and son’?

Looking closely, one would say the man opposite Lydia Brooke is also very outstanding, and the boy beside her looks somewhat like him too—a family of three?

Jorge Saxton tightened his grip on the coffee cup, a chill in his brows.

No wonder she refuses to retire from the public eye; turns out she needs to support her family!

The girl opposite felt his discomfort and softly asked, "Young Master Saxton, what’s wrong with you?"

Jorge Saxton’s gaze was cold and aloof, making the girl feel uneasy.

"It’s nothing, where were we... You were introduced by my sister, right?" Jorge Saxton’s voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Ember Wilson nodded, "Young Madam Seys said I should meet with you, Young Master Saxton, and if we get along, if you’re willing..."

Jorge Saxton cast a sidelong glance at Ember Wilson, "I trust my sister’s judgment."

It’s exceptionally poor!

This Ember Wilson in front of him didn’t compare to Lydia... No, Lydia Brooke being a star, naturally had a better aura than ordinary people.

Jorge Saxton denied his own thoughts, refusing to admit that the sight of a family of three stabbed his heart, leading to his decision.

"Have we met before?" Jorge Saxton asked Ember Wilson.

Ember Wilson nodded, then shook her head, her voice tinged with nervousness, "We’ve met twice at a party, but Young Master Saxton probably doesn’t recall me, whereas I have a deep impression of you."

The most unforgettable time was back when Young Madam Seys hadn’t yet become Young Madam Seys, and was arguing with Susan Saxton and the Morris Family members.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Saxton had arranged for eight top-tier stars to accompany Young Madam Seys, stealing the spotlight from Susan Saxton; that event impressed not only her but ignited widespread online admiration for Young Master Saxton, hailing him as the nation’s model brother, a sister-loving fanatic.

And it was at that party that she couldn’t take her eyes off this Young Master Saxton.

Having finally managed to connect through Young Madam Seys, she was determined to seize the chance, aiming to catch Young Master Saxton’s eye.

Jorge Saxton couldn’t find any impression of Ember Wilson in his mind, responded with a simple ’Hmm,’ his mind already elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Lydia Brooke overheard their conversation, watched Beau Haston and Derek Brooke eat happily, while she found her food tasteless, difficult to swallow even a bite.

She and Derek were dining here, and Jorge Saxton was beside them on a blind date—she wished she could stand up, splash water on Jorge Saxton, and curse him as a "Saxton scoundrel!"

Seeing Lydia Brooke’s barely touched Western meal, Beau Haston’s eyes flickered, and he spoke warmly, "Why aren’t you eating? Don’t like Western food anymore?"

Lydia Brooke smiled, "Mm, you go ahead, I’m not very hungry."

"Let’s avoid Western food next time," Derek Brooke suggested.

Beau Haston laughed, "Your son does care about you."

Lydia Brooke smiled at her son, her peripheral vision lingering on the figure sitting to her left, causing the image of Derek and the features of the person on her left to converge in her mind, her grip on the spoon tightening, heart racing.

She couldn’t stay here any longer; the air seemed to thin with each passing minute, making her uncomfortable.

Just as Beau Haston put down his utensils, Lydia Brooke stood with her bag in hand, "Let’s go, I’ll settle the bill."

Beau Haston smiled and stopped her, "I’ll take care of the bill, you stay and keep Derek company until he finishes."

Lydia Brooke nodded, "Alright, I’ll give you the card to swipe, as promised, I’ll host while we’re in City C."