Chapter 1168 Why Did It Go Wrong?
’Where’s Miss Jacobs?”
Xander glanced around, but Rosalie was gone. He stepped forward quickly and grabbed Byron who was about to leave.
Byron stopped in his tracks. Seeing that the other man still dared to come forth, he met his gaze with a frosty face. “This no longer concerns you. Just take care of yourself. My woman is my responsibility!”
Xander only felt that the person in front of him was unreasonable. “Byron Lawrence! Do you know how critical Miss Jacobs’ situation is now? She may be in danger at any time! It’s okay if you don’t let me treat her, but at the very least, you should’ve let me go with the ambulance!”
If Rosalie encountered any accidents on the road, he could still lend a hand!
Byron’s face was full of anger. “I said, this no longer concerns you! Young Master Xander, let me ask you, why do you care about my person so much? ■
Xander frowned violently.
Byron’s eyes were stormy and icy. “Could it be that you’ve been coveting my woman? Rosalie has already explained to me that she has no other thoughts about you. You’re just a work partner to her. I think you should get rid of those extra thoughts!”
After Byron finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the hand on his arm. ’ Let go!”
Xander turned a deaf ear. “I’ll go see her with you!”
Byron was furious at his persistence. He did not give Xander time to react. He just raised his fist and punched him.
Xander received a heavy punch in the abdomen, let out a muffled grunt, and instinctively let go of his hand to cover his abdomen.
“I’m warning you, stay away from my woman! If you won’t back off, then I can only suspect that you’re the reason why Rosalie was poisoned, Young
Master Xander!”
Byron looked at the man in front of him with dark eyes.
Xander endured the pain in his abdomen and gritted his teeth to explain, ’ Don’t make malicious slander. If it was really me who did it, then why should I bother to save her? I just care about Miss Jacobs!”
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