"Xander Lancer."

Byron called out his name through gritted teeth.

Xander became a little dissatisfied with the way he was addressed. "President Lawrence, why are you so ostentatious? I called to congratulate you!"

Byron’s eyes filled with gloom when he looked at the lifeless little woman on the hospital bed. "I don't have time to listen to your nonsense! Rosalie is in a coma; did you do this?"

Otherwise, why would Xander call at such a coincidental time?

Xander pretended to be surprised. "P