"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