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Chapter 1735 Dare To Lay Hands On Him
"I'm warning you, I'm the only one who's capable of making this antidote. If you dare to consider alternative
options, never expect to get the antidote from me ever again!"
Xander admonished in a state of desperation as he watched Byron and his men approaching.
Before he could finish his sentence, Byron was already in front of him.
A fierce punch immediately landed on his abdomen.
Xander grunted in pain, hunching over and instinctively clutching his stomach. Cold sweat instantly formed on his
body.
"What... What do you think you're doing?"
The man in front of him attacked him without saying a word. Xander was shocked. Before he could finish asking his
question while bearing the pain, he took another punch to the face.
The taste of blood filled his mouth instantly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtByron's fists rained down on him like a storm, each blow striking his vital areas with brutal force without giving him
a chance to react.
In agony, Xander was defenseless, unable to fight back and only able to endure the onslaught.
"President Lawrence! What are you doing? Stop it!" The assistant could not bear witnessing such a scene. He
immediately spoke up, attempting to intervene.
However, as soon as he lifted his foot, the two bodyguards beside him firmly held his shoulders, preventing him
from taking another step forward.
As he struggled to break free and approach, he suddenly heard a loud thud, followed by the sound of something
crashing to the ground.
He turned his head and saw his boss being kicked down by Byron. He was in a disheveled state as he landed on the
office desk, while the items on the table scattered onto the floor!
There was a clear footprint on Xander’s chest!
The assistant glanced at his boss. Then, he turned to look at Byron. He slowly stopped struggling.
While his boss was undoubtedly terrifying when he was in a fit of rage, the sight of President Lawrence now sent
shivers down his spine!
Xander spat out blood. His anger transformed into deranged laughter. There was madness in his eyes. "How dare
you?! Are you no longer interested in saving Rosalie? It seems your feelings for her are just as shallow! If that's the
case, just let her die!" i
After that, Xander coughed painfully and laughed maniacally. He looked like a lunatic.
Xander had thought that merely mentioning Rosalie would elicit some sort of reaction from Byron.
Little did he expect that he had brought himself to this point with only his laughter echoing in the office.
Xander's heart sank as his laughter gradually subsided. Then, he struggled to turn his head and look at Byron.
All he saw on the face of the man in front of him was coldness. The iciness filled the depths of his eyes, and he was
not affected by his words!
It was as though Byron was merely entertaining himself!
A wave of anger surged within Xander. Disregarding the pain coursing through his body and Byron's cold
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmexpression, he struggled to retrieve the vial of antidote from the drawer.
"You want this, don't you?"
He stared manically at Byron as his grip suddenly loosened.
The vial fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The liquid inside spilled all over the floor.
Xander felt a deep sense of relief when he heard that sound. "I only develop a vial each time. There's nothing left
but to accept Rosalie’s fate of dying! Hahahaha!"
Before his laughter subsided, another heavy blow landed harshly on his abdomen.
Xander was propelled and almost fell off the office desk, but he ended up crashing back down the next moment
due to
his incapability to muster any strength.
Astonishment filled Xander's mind amidst the physical pain.
How could this be?
Why did Byron dare to lay hands on him even after what he said?
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