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

away the tattooed man's muscular arm, then bolted toward

occupied. Once the surgery is over, you'll naturally get to see her.” Once again, the bodyguard placed himself in front of

slight lift of his hand, two bodyguards immediately

engaged them in a fight, taking on

for a swift victory, he put his full force into every punch and kick. Alas, the bodyguards were no

found himself at a disadvantage. He was swiftly subdued, his hands restrained behind his

the beating and horrifying traces of blood spilled from his nose and the corners of his lips. He

eyes, yet powerless to do anything, gave

let out a shout, his heart aching

again, coming to a halt on the sixth

line of people in black

their faces bearing expressions so

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

words had not even fully left his lips when he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his wrist as if it had been snapped. All that happened in a mere second or

until the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at his temple that the bodyguard reacted in horror. Who's this average-looking man who subdued me?

their leader having a gun pointed at his head, the other bodyguards of the Whitman family dared not make a move. They were like a flock

from the elevator. His every move exuded a touch of languor and a sense of superiority. Yet,

family's bodyguard naturally recognized the famous

presence. May I ask if you are here at the Whitman family's hospital for a medical consultation?

family's bodyguards by Cayden's men, hung his head in guilt. “She has been in the operating room for

the coldness in his eyes enough to send chills down the spines of

people,

bang was heard. The operating room

operating room was suddenly filled with the clear, piercing cries of

rushed in without