Due to a very bad mood, Cyril sat in his Rolls Royce and did not get out of the car for a long time.
Even though Asher's rehearsal singing soon hit his eardrums coming from the stadium, he still sat motionless in the car.
At this time, he was extremely unhappy.
The reason he was unhappy was that on the 1 hand, Asher's deliberate avoidance of him, on the other hand, it was the unknown BMW driver.
And he didn't understand why Asher would condescend to take a cheap BMW to the stadium.
After all, a brand like BMW, in the 2nd-generation circle of Eastlciff, is simply rubbish that no one touches.
Like their top wealth 2nd-generation, the advanced customized version of Rolls-Royce is basically the standard for travel.
A car of this class like BMW is not even worth mentioning in front of the high-end customized Rolls-Royce.
Seeing that more than 10 or 20 minutes have passed, and his subordinates have not returned the information of the car, he can't help but feel a little annoyed.
When he was about to dial the number, he suddenly received a call from his subordinates.
He immediately connected the phone and yelled: "I let you f_cking check a license plate, where were you checking it for me, maybe on f_cking mars?!"
The other party hurriedly said: "Lord calmed down. The people over there just reported that there was a problem with the system. It has just been dealt with. The car you want to check has results."
Cyril hurriedly asked: "What is the result? Who is the owner of that car?!"
The other party replied: "Lord, the BMW car you asked me to check is a car registered under the name of Hillsprings Axel Group."
"Axel Group?" Cyril couldn't help frowning.
To be continued...
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