Meanwhile, on The Trident Bridge, a black Bentley with a triple-plate passed through the undersea tunnel, speeding toward Porten at the maximum legal limit.
In the front passenger seat.
Leaning back with a devil-may-care attitude, Donovan Donovan blew out a smoke ring—a stark contrast to Nathan Bennett on the other end of the line.
Hearing Nathan Bennett's question, a mocking smile touched the man's eyes as he asked:
"Mr. Bennett, are we that close?"
"…"
Nathan Bennett had never liked dealing with people like Donovan Donovan. He felt that even talking to him was a waste of time.
To put it nicely, Donovan Donovan was blunt. To put it harshly, he was an uncouth piece of work.
Listening to the man speak was an offense to his ears.
"Since we're not close, you can hang up now."
"I'm not calling for you," Donovan Donovan said. "Put Zoe Rhodes on."
