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.

was on, his heart filled

muscular arm, then bolted toward

see her.” Once again, the bodyguard placed

two bodyguards

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

he put his

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

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

eyes, yet powerless to do

let out a shout, his heart aching

coming to a halt on the

in black emerged orderly

bearing expressions so cold and

“Who are

pain in his wrist as if it had been snapped. All that happened in a

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

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, behind his languor lurked a danger, as

naturally recognized the

his face twitched subtly, and he used laughter to mask his inner turmoil. “So it's Mr. Moore who's gracing us with his presence. May I ask if

his head

figure, the coldness in his eyes enough to send chills

his people,

was heard. The operating room door had been abruptly kicked open by two men in

that very moment, the operating room was suddenly filled with the clear, piercing

in without