"President Lawrence, how is it? What’s your decision regarding my third request?"

With a sinister smile, Xander pushed further after explaining the origin of the drug.

Byron was taken aback. Then, he quickly regained his composure and turned to meet his gaze. "Deal."

Xander was dissatisfied. "Only verbally? Any concrete evidence? Without evidence, how do I know if you’ll make good on your word? Although I believe in your character, I’ve worked hard to get this antidote. If you deceive me, won’t I be made a fool?”

Byron frowned slightly. "What evidence do you want?"

Xander raised his eyebrows adamantly. "A marriage certificate, of course. It's a bit late now, and the Civil Affairs Bureau is probably off working hours. However, if you issue a public statement now, I'm willing to accept it."

Xander’s gaze on Byron was intended to provoke.

Among these three requirements, he knew best which one was the most unacceptable to Byron.

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