The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 618 Get Lost

Xavier pushed the tram's speed to its maximum, oblivious to the number of traffic lights he had run and ignoring everything around him.

He raced as fast as lightning.

Since he completely disregarded traffic rules and sped recklessly, many drivers, in order to avoid colliding with his tram, were forced to abruptly change their course, nearly crashing into other vehicles.

“He must be courting for death!”

“Idiot! Don't get others involved if you want to die!”

The curses of various drivers did not reach Xavier's ears at all. All he could recall in his mind was the desperate and helpless look in Cecelia's eyes and the pool of shocking, crimson blood beneath her.

There was no denying that the thought of extracting bone marrow from their baby for Samuel once crossed his mind.

The moment he learned from the doctor that extracting bone marrow from a newborn posed a high risk, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Cecelia, however, was unaware of it. She had always thought that he wanted to sacrifice their child to save the life of the child he had with his ex-wife.

He knew she despised him, and he also knew that the baby in her belly was her lifeline. If Griselda really did something sinful to the fetus in her belly, he guessed that Cecelia would fall apart.

With those thoughts in mind, Xavier began to drive even faster.

Drenched in sweat, he finally arrived at the hospital entrance.

He headed straight for the sixth floor where the VIP ward was. Knowing Griselda, he was certain that his high-profile ex-wife would have had the entire floor sealed off.

Sure enough, when he arrived on the sixth floor, he saw a group of burly bodyguards stationed at the elevator and along the corridor.

As soon as Xavier appeared, a burly, tattooed man with dark skin immediately blocked his path. “I'm sorry, Mr. Dartsley. No one is allowed to enter here,” said the bodyguard.

Xavier saw the operating room light was on, his heart filled with

tattooed man's muscular arm, then bolted toward the operating room. “I

see her.” Once again, the bodyguard placed himself

a slight lift of his hand, two bodyguards

to anger, directly engaged them in a fight, taking on

was a trained fighter, and with his desire for a swift victory, he put his full force into every

disparity in strength, Xavier quickly found himself at a disadvantage. He was swiftly subdued,

blood spilled from his nose and the corners of his lips. He looked

of his eyes, yet powerless to do anything, gave

shout, his heart aching in

then, the elevator chimed again, coming to

line of people in black emerged orderly from

bearing expressions so cold

bodyguard questioned the people coming out of the elevator, “Who are you? What

even fully left his lips when he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his wrist

reacted in horror. Who's this average-looking man who subdued me?

bodyguards of the Whitman family dared not make a move. They were like a flock of sheep that had lost their shepherd,

a tall and robust man emerged from the elevator. His every move exuded a touch of languor and a

Whitman family's bodyguard naturally recognized

to mask his inner turmoil. “So it's Mr. Moore who's gracing us with his presence. May I ask if you are here at the Whitman family's hospital for a medical consultation? Every visitor is a guest, after all. Allow me to personally

bodyguards by Cayden's men, hung his head in guilt. “She has been in

coldness in his eyes enough to send chills down the

people,

he spoke, a thunderous bang was heard. The operating room door had been

room was suddenly filled

rushed in