Fitz sat in his Rolls Royce in a terrible mood and did not get out of the car for a very long time.
Even though Stefanie's singing rehearsal was soon heard coming from the stadium, he still sat motionless in the car.
He was extremely unhappy. What made him unhappy was, on the one hand, Stefanie's deliberate avoidance of him. On the other hand, it was the unknown BMW driver.
And he didn't understand why Stefanie would lower herself to take a cheap BMW to the stadium. After all, a brand like BMW, in the second-generation circle of Eastcliff, is simply rubbish that nobody touches. For them, the advanced customized version of Rolls-Royce is the standard for travel. A car of this class like BMW is nothing in front of the high-end custom Rolls-Royce.
More than ten or twenty minutes have passed, and his subordinates haven't fed back the information of that BMW. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. When he was about to call and scold him, he suddenly received a call from his subordinates.
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