My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 1735 Dare To Lay Hands On Him

"I'm warning you, I'm the only one who's capable of making this antidote. If you dare to consider alternative options, never expect to get the antidote from me ever again!"

Xander admonished in a state of desperation as he watched Byron and his men approaching.

Before he could finish his sentence, Byron was already in front of him.

A fierce punch immediately landed on his abdomen.

Xander grunted in pain, hunching over and instinctively clutching his stomach. Cold sweat instantly formed on his body.

"What... What do you think you're doing?"

The man in front of him attacked him without saying a word. Xander was shocked. Before he could finish asking his question while bearing the pain, he took another punch to the face.

The taste of blood filled his mouth instantly.

Byron's fists rained down on him like a storm, each blow striking his vital areas with brutal force without giving him a chance to react.

was defenseless, unable to fight back and only able to

doing? Stop it!" The assistant could not bear witnessing such a scene. He immediately spoke up, attempting to

as he lifted his foot, the two bodyguards beside him firmly held his shoulders, preventing him from taking another

heard a loud thud, followed by

head and saw his boss being kicked down by Byron. He was in a disheveled state as he landed on the office desk, while the items on the table scattered

was a clear footprint

assistant glanced at his boss. Then, he turned to

of rage, the sight of President Lawrence now sent shivers

deranged laughter. There was madness in his eyes. "How dare you?! Are you no longer interested in saving Rosalie? It seems your feelings for her are just as shallow! If that's the case, just let her die!"

painfully and laughed maniacally. He looked

had thought that merely mentioning Rosalie would elicit some sort of reaction from

had brought himself to this point with

as his laughter gradually subsided. Then, he struggled to turn his

the face of the man in front of him was coldness. The

was as though Byron was merely

body and Byron's