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.

room light was on, his heart filled

then bolted toward the operating

see her.” Once again, the bodyguard placed himself in front of Xavier,

a slight lift of his hand, two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, blocking

Xavier, driven to anger, directly engaged them in a fight, taking

his desire for a swift victory, he put his

a disadvantage. He was swiftly subdued, his

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

eyes, yet powerless to do anything, gave Xavier an overwhelming urge to blast

shout, his

chimed again, coming to

black emerged orderly from the

dressed in black, their faces bearing expressions so cold and

out of the elevator, “Who

he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his wrist as

of the gun was pointed at his temple that the bodyguard reacted in horror. Who's this average-looking

Whitman family dared not make a move. They were

emerged from the elevator. His every move exuded a touch of languor and a sense of superiority. Yet, behind his languor lurked a danger, as if a

naturally

laughter 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 escort you

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

disheveled figure, the coldness in his eyes enough to send chills down the spines

people, “Break the door

a thunderous bang was heard. The operating room door

operating room was suddenly filled with the clear, piercing cries

rushed in without