Xander’s hands trembled as he held his suitcase.

When he glanced at Rosalie, he tried hard to calm himself down.

He could not lose to Byron, and he could not show his cowardliness before this woman.

“What do you want?”

He forced himself to look into the eyes of the three of them.

Byron’s cold voice sounded after Xander asked him that question.

“At first, I only planned to get you locked up in prison after I married Rosie. Unexpectedly, you asked for a death wish by poisoning Rosie.”

Byron