Chapter 807

When Chris saw what was on the phone, he instantly froze. Seeing the old photo appear on Donovan's screen made his heart hammer against his ribs. His face paled, and his hand shook so slightly he could barely hold onto the phone. "Yes, that's me," Chris said, lifting his eyes to Donovan. He made no attempt to offer an excuse. Donovan crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, tipped his head back, and closed his eyes for a moment, as if forcing himself to maintain control. "The people in the photo—what was your relationship with them?" "I used to do business with them," Chris replied, his voice steady. "What kind of business?" "The rubber business." He stuck to his story. Donovan suddenly slammed his palm down on the desk. "Tell the truth! What exactly were you doing?" Since Chris was standing beside a man like Sabin, the only logical conclusion was illegal dealings. Donovan had already made up his mind. Faced with the outburst, Chris felt as if a giant hand had clamped around h