The hostility from Yves gradually lessened when Rosalie's situation was described.

"The experts I hired guessed that Xander was probably using a certain kind of herb, but they had no clue as to what exactly it was."

Byron spoke in a hushed voice.

Yves noted the details. "You went and asked Xander about it?"

Otherwise, there was no way he would know so many details.

Byron nodded.

Yves sneered. "If I’m guessing right, Xander did not agree to cure Dr. Jacobs. He must have offered some kind of condition that you can't accept, and you are not willing to pay for Dr. Jacobs. That's why you thought of me."

As he spoke, Yves leaned back in his chair behind him. "If your love for Dr. Jacobs is nothing more than that, I believe there is no need for me to help you. Mr. Lawrence, you should know that we are love rivals."

Byron's eyebrows were locked. "If he had made an offer, I would have agreed to it, but Xander is intentionally stalling for time, and I can't wait any longer!"

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