The clock struck half-past ten, and there was still no news from Byron. Xander grew even more restless.

Could it be possible that they had truly developed the antidote?

For a moment, Xander began to doubt himself.

Just as he felt a wave of shock, his phone on the desk suddenly rang.

His expression slightly stiffened as he turned to glance at the caller ID.

When he saw Byron's name on the phone screen, a relieved smile spread across his face as he coldly muttered, "Better late than never."

However, instead of immediately answering the call, he leisurely strolled around the office with his hands behind his back before finally coming to a stop by the window.

He gazed out at the cityscape that overlooked the entire seaside town, while the ringing of his phone echoed from behind him. Xander felt a sense of tranquility washing over him.

"Mr. Lancer, it's a call from President Lawrence. Aren't you going to answer?" the assistant cautiously inquired, unable to comprehend the situa