Monica was clearly rejecting him, and it was not easy for him to get his hands on her. How could he let her leave?
With a cold expression, he drove to the quality inspection department.
Just then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the incoming call and said respectfully, "President."
"I heard you went to Old Master Lawrence's funeral," the person on the other end of the phone said straightforwardly.
Michael's eyes narrowed.
That meant his every move was being monitored.
"I went. I also witnessed a very interesting scene. Old Master Lawrence was killed by his own son, all for the sake of obtaining the inheritance," Michael reported.
"Yes." The president seemed to be just casually asking.
After all, an ordinary business magnate would not be able to attract his attention.
"President, there's something I'd like to report to you."
"Speak."
