The wait continued for 20 minutes, then another five minutes. There was still no sign of Byron.
Xander's face gradually darkened.
It seemed that Byron would not show up.
He sounded so confident on the phone, claiming he was willing to do anything.
Now it seemed like empty words!
His feelings for Rosalie were nothing but a joke!
"Mr. Lancer, it's been nearly half an hour, and President Lawrence still hasn't shown up. Should we call him?" the assistant cautiously asked.
Xander replied coldly, "Call him."
The assistant immediately took out his phone and dialed Byron's number.
However, the call was immediately hung up.
The assistant hesitantly looked up at his boss when the call was disconnected.
A shadow cast over Xander’s face, enveloping it in a veil of darkness.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension, suffocating the room and making each breath a struggle.
"That bastard got me fooled again!"
Xander cursed as he clenched his teeth, "I'll make him kneel before me and beg for mercy one day!"
The assistant wished he could bury his head in the ground, but he could still feel Xander's gaze on him. He had no choice but to ask, "Mr. Lancer, what should we do now?"
"One more hour!" Xander glanced at the time and said in a cold voice, "I don't think they’re able to develop the antidote! We'll keep waiting!"
If Byron did not come to beg him, he would wait until he heard the news of Rosalie's death!
As he turned away, the assistant secretly let out a sigh of relief. His gaze wandered around the office, desperately searching for an excuse to leave.
Just as he was getting anxious, he suddenly caught sight of something outside the window.
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