The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 618

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.

When Xavier saw the operating room light was on, his heart filled with unbearable anxiety.

He pulled away the tattooed man's muscular arm, then bolted toward the operating room. “I need to see Griselda!”

“Ms. Whitman is currently occupied. Once the surgery is over, you'll naturally get to see her.” Once again, the bodyguard placed himself in front of Xavier, looking as huge as a hill.

With a slight lift of his hand, two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, blocking Xavier's path together.

“Get lost!” Xavier, driven to anger, directly engaged them in a fight, taking on ten by himself.

He was a trained fighter, and with his desire for a swift victory, he put his full force into every punch and kick. Alas, the bodyguards were no weaklings either.

Due to the overwhelming disparity in strength, Xavier quickly found himself at a disadvantage. He was swiftly subdued, his hands restrained behind his back by a few bodyguards.

His eyes were swollen from the beating and horrifying traces of blood spilled from his nose and the corners of his lips. He looked utterly disheveled.

The idea of watching the operating room right in front of his eyes, yet powerless to do anything, gave Xavier an overwhelming urge to blast the door open.

He let out a shout, his heart aching in pain.

Just then, the elevator chimed again, coming to a halt on the sixth floor.

A line of people in black emerged orderly from the elevator.

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

The Whitman family's bodyguard questioned the people coming out of the elevator, “Who are you? What do you want? Unauthorized personnel are not allowed here. Ah—”