Fake Daughter Is Rich Again? novel Chapter 1691

Without another word, the blond man took out his phone and made a call.

At the same time, at the Chamber of Commerce Alliance Headquarters, at the president's office.

Torre had just returned to his office and hadn't even sat down when the phone rang.

He took off his leather gloves, his gaze sharp as he picked up the call. "Hey, how'd it go?"

"I quit!"

Torre frowned. He distanced the receiver from his ear and looked at the phone number that had been dialed in from the internal line. His tone was not good. "What do you—"

The other party spoke before he could finish his question.

"I also want to ask you what you mean. Why? Why do you want us brothers to die?!"

The other party was so angry.

Torre was confused. "...What are you talking about? I don't understand."

The other party sneered, seemingly laughing out of anger. He changed his tone and questioned him, "Fine! You don't understand, right? Let me change it to something you understand. Didn't you tell me that Qiao Nian doesn't have a background? Do you know that you almost killed me today?’"

Torre suspected that the other party was deliberately finding fault with him.

Before he could speak, he heard the man's emotional voice on the other end of the phone. "I followed the information you gave me to the hotel. Do you know who I saw when I knocked on the door?"

"Who?" Torre didn't think he would see anyone special. He picked up the file on his desk and asked disapprovingly.

"Hmph!" The other party was so angry that he laughed again. Then, he threw out a name. "Someone from the Ji family.

"I knocked on the door and saw someone from the Ji family."

"Whoever wants to do it can do it. I don't dare to touch this matter again. Also... this is money that our brothers risked their lives for. President Torre, don't bicker with me."

"You..."

"That's it. I'm hanging up!"

A busy tone sounded from the receiver. Torre's face was ashen as he realized that the other party had hung up on him.

His temples throbbed as he slowly put down the receiver. His gaze darkened as he called in his secretary.

"President, do you have any orders?" The secretary looked down and asked him respectfully.

Torre sat in a leather swivel chair with his hands on the desk. He was dressed in a black suit and had a cold expression on his face. His aura was very strong. "Go and check the background information of the group of

people from Country Z."