Though the soundless hallway now no longer echoed the sound of the smack Hattiea just planted over Jordan's face being upright, but the pinching silence started crowding both of their respective spaces in no time. 

Which was so loud to ignore, indeed quite serious too.

Jordan Lawrence was a man of heavy pride. The entire world acknowledged him with that very title.

The man who dominates the industry, the man responsible for millions of family being fed and taken care of every single day in the entertainment industry...

He was no easy personality, let alone never a man who tolerates disrespect against him.

He never allowed even a finger against him all those years of his life. Let alone a direct slap being directed towards his face so easily... that was unexpected.

Too unrealistic to make believe for others.

If someone had witnessed the scene their working pair of eyes then it sure would be quite an entertaining headline for tomorrow round the entire states of America.

Jordan Lawrence, he got slapped by a woman who had no idea what she even did...

Definitely Jordan's ego was shattered in pieces the same minute.

The entire situation got a lot more serious when she continued glaring at him, never in his entire life his own mother slapped him...

And there existed a woman who raised her hand on him, she dared.

She dared to slap him.

Jordan was still silent for another straight minute, his dark orbs now held a sense of anger while still staring at the piece of diamond on the gold band resting on Hattiea's ring finger.

He glared at same place until he very well got the acknowledgment of her being someone else's woman.

She was engaged with someone and Jordan knew correct that he was never much of an asshole to touch any woman who had a man.

But still, Hattiea was someone he needed. So desperately needed that Jordan did not mind anything else.

In order to save his mother. Jordan wanted her...

Nothing else did bother Jordan at the moment but that little shining stone of promise banding her finger proving that the woman belonged to someone.

Now...

Getting on that topic, it could be hard. It could be hard to get her to agree with him easily to be his mother's donor.

There would be valid chances of her partner not allowing her to be one.

He would not let her be the donor and risk her own life to save someone who is nothing but a mere stranger to her.

Certainly Jordan did remember Hattiea standing with a man back in the auditorium before following her to the restroom.

The man back there, had his arm wrapped around her waist earlier. Was he her fiancé?' Jordan thought hard for a moment.

Sure he was! Who else could he be if not her fiancé to hold her that way...

Jordan did admit that it was definitely an asshole move to stalk a woman to the washroom. That to be no easy woman but a woman with a man by her side tonight...

A god damn engaged woman.

Jordan felt a hint of shame clouding his thoughts along with the sense of anger which never left his aura.

Meanwhile Hattiea's palm still stung like hell because of the effect of the smack she just planted over his cheek, she continued glaring at him with clear anger in her eyes then.

No fear for him controlled her anymore. She was raging now.

Hattiea's chest rose up and down in rebel for rude seconds, his left cheek was now red as she still felt him froze for over a minute now.

It was as if he was collecting his thoughts.

Well he was, absolutely!

Everything just happened too fast for him to process.

He was not expecting her to slap him.' Hattiea concluded seeing him pause like that.

Had he never been slapped before.' She exhaled in rage...

She didn't give a damn about that one though.

"How dare you touch me?"
Hattiea uttered those words in momentary anger, still not getting any response from him to validate what was the matter with him actually.

Feeling her cruel adrenaline rush warming her vessels, she felt her pulse rising due to everything.

Jordan seemingly still did not face her direction, his angry eyes were still darted on the small diamond ring of her gold engagement band.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"
With the fire in her eyes, Hattiea raised her voice when she finally received his first response after a harsh minute of dead silence.

Jordan finally looked at Hattiea but this time with his eyes turning bloodshot red.

Was it aggression what she saw or was it shame? She just couldn't name it right... Either way round she was dumbfounded finding his cold orbs piercing imaginary holes on her entire body.

Even the hair of her neck stood up at his darkness as she experienced the same horrified chills all over her body yet again but still she refused to show any vulnerable emotions to him.

Hattiea did feel wild goosebumps as he intensely glared right at her but her not giving up to his guts either, she glared back at him with the same intensity too.

She could not risk it to let him assume that he was intimidating her again. Considering the fact that he could again take advantage of her vulnerability, if so happens.

Hattiea tried to conceal her emotions by biting down the side of her cheek to contain her posture straight and confident as possible.

Though deep down she was still scared of him.

Her insides indeed felt very weird. She would not even deny the fact that he looked a lot more dangerous and more powerful now than he looked before.

Something was wrong about him but what was it?

It was as if he started gaining some negative and dangerous vibes now.

Was her slapping him caused him to act like that? Maybe...

"You would not want to know me woman!"
Jordan finally spat out with a deep grunt.

Clearly those were no easy words. He was dead serious.

She really would not want to know whom she dared to slap just now.

In fact she would have never even committed such sort of mistake if she knew that the man she just slapped was the godfather of the entertainment industry...

Whereas there she worked for a mere agency in minor counts.

Her agency could disappear only with Jordan's click of fingers.

Hattiea was just a small fish to name meanwhile Jordan was the owner of the entire ocean where she swam with others for her survival.

He controlled the business of businesses, including Jayson's agency where Hattiea worked...

She just did not know yet. Well neither does he.

Hattiea would never have dared to do what she did if she knew him any better than a mere stalker.

Never.

Jordan's claim seemingly sounded like no joke, which caused Hattiea to kind of doubt about his identity now.

His fists were clenched tightly as if he was trying to control them. As if he was trying not to hurt her.

Obviously he would not though, he too knew that but he was still being careful about that.

Jordan's jaw sharpened so tightly which made Hattiea wonder, who could he be actually?

She clearly saw him sitting in the VIP section, he might be a VIP guest of tonight, which also means that he was a very well know personality to deserve such honour in a charity event as such.

Was he famous?

An Entrepreneur or an Industrialist? A celebrity, an athlete, or a man with just insane inheritance to donate frequently for the sake of good image?' Hattiea counted on the number of possibilities about who he could be, quietly.

A very frequent guests who make donations very so often or were powerful enough to withstand controlling strong connections in the states were only honoured to be the VIPs of events as such.

Acknowledging that well... Hattiea became very uneasy.

Also. If that was really so then...

Why would a man holding such a charming social status would lower himself so much to follow her to the washroom like a creep?

Why would he do that? 

All the thoughts drained out of Hattiea's head almost immediately when she saw Jordan moving a step forward towards her.

Her eyes widened again at his audacity again. Unconsciously Hattiea moved 2 steps back in early precaution to keep distance with him so that she could easily slip away and escape if he again tries something with her again but Jordan had other plans for her in his mind.

As his same dark orbs seem to shine now watching Hattiea being tensed yet again.

"Mind-Mind you, I will not hesitate to use my fists next if you dare to touch me again."
Hattiea warned witnessing Jordan not stopping at just one step, he was in fact coming a lot more closer to her than her liking.

Hattiea gulped seeing him so unaffected.

Her warning was not scary enough for him.

Jordan had something in his eyes, something which could not be unseen...

Was it enjoyment? Or was something else? None knew...

He behaved unfazed while he looked a lot more intimidating like an aggressive lion ready to pounce on her any minute.

Pointing her finger towards him to threaten him seriously, Hattiea gulped another hard lump down her throat to sound serious...

But only to miserably fail on that attempt the second after.

"Stop right there, I am not kidding I will hurt you- AH!"
Before she could have even completed her statement Jordan abruptly pulled her hand pointed towards him.

The instant pull caused Hattiea to jerk towards him quite clumsily as she stumbled over his broad arms with a scream of wild surprise.

"I am not kidding either. At least not with a lucky meat like you!"