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.

operating room light was on, his heart filled

arm, then bolted

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

hand, two bodyguards immediately stepped

them in

a swift victory, he put his full force into every punch and kick. Alas, the bodyguards

a disadvantage. He was swiftly subdued, his hands restrained behind his back by a

of blood spilled from his

of his eyes, yet powerless

let out a shout,

then, the elevator chimed again, coming to a

in black

were all dressed in black, their faces bearing expressions so cold and stern as if they could

coming out of the elevator, “Who are you? What do you want? Unauthorized personnel are not allowed here.

not even fully left his lips when he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his wrist

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

Seeing their leader having a gun pointed at his head, the other bodyguards of the Whitman family dared not make a

touch of languor and a sense of superiority. Yet, behind his languor lurked a danger, as if a

naturally recognized

he used 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

his head in guilt. “She

gaze fell upon Xavier's disheveled figure, the coldness in his eyes

commanded his people, “Break the

operating room door had been abruptly

was suddenly filled with the clear, piercing cries of

in without