My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1731

In the ward. Even though some experts caught sight of Byron, no one had the time to pay him any attention. Rosalie's condition was critical as her blood vessels had hardened, forming hemorrhagic spots.

They had to find a way to control it.

Otherwise, not even a miracle could save her if her blood vessels ruptured.

Byron dared not approach any closer. Hence, he stood at a distance where he could see Rosalie.

The woman on the hospital bed had a pale complexion. Color had drained from her lips. Strands of disheveled hair clung to her forehead and were drenched in cold sweat. She looked like a fragile paper doll that would shatter into a million pieces with just a touch.

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Meanwhile, at Lancer Corporation.

Xander sat in his office while his assistant nervously stood before him.

"What time is it now?"

Xander asked coldly.

It was the third time he had asked for the time tonight.

The assistant raised his hand to check his wristwatch and cautiously replied, "Mr. Lancer, it's already ten o'clock."

"Ten o'clock..." Xander's eyes slightly narrowed. His eyes were filled with coldness.

There were only two hours left until the end of the day!

The effects of the medicine on Rosalie's body should have worn off by now. She must be suffering from intense pain.

It would be too late to reverse the situation if another two hours passed.

Why had Byron not come to plead with him yet?

Something crossed Xander’s mind all of a sudden. His expression grew serious as he muttered to himself, "Could it be that... they’ve really developed an antidote?"

If Byron dared to play tricks, it was likely that he would do the same again.

The assistant lowered his head even more when Xander mentioned this. His voice sounded hesitant.

"President Lawrence... I checked the public records, but I couldn't find President Lawrence’s marriage registration. The Lincoln family hasn't responded yet either."

In other words, that marriage certificate was likely fake!

"How dare he deceive me?!" Xander's hand that was holding the vial clenched tightly. His face turned livid with rage as he asked, "What about the transfer procedures for the ten subsidiary companies? Have they been processed?"

The assistant, afraid of bearing the brunt of Xander's anger, wished he could find a hole to crawl into. "Not yet. They said President Lawrence must handle it personally, but..."

He was fooled again!

The stress level in the office suddenly reached its peak!