**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond**
**by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 117**
“You’ll grasp the significance once you delve into it, Ms. Jayston,” Pete assured her, his voice steady and unwavering.
The weight of his discovery had compelled him to meet Nyla face-to-face, a choice not made lightly. If the information hadn’t been crucial, he would never have taken the time to sit down with her.
As Nyla carefully opened the file, her brow furrowed, and a shadow passed over her features. “Are you absolutely certain this information is accurate?” she inquired, her voice tinged with skepticism.
Pete’s confidence radiated as he nodded firmly. “Absolutely, Ms. Jayston. I wouldn’t dare to charge such a premium if I wasn’t entirely convinced of the value of what I’ve uncovered.”
With a deliberate motion, Nyla closed the file, her mind racing. “Can you unearth concrete evidence that Cyrus orchestrated the accident?” she pressed, her voice a blend of hope and urgency.
The documents Pete had handed her painted a troubling picture. After the collapse of Harris Pharmaceuticals, Godric had received a substantial sum of money, only to meet a mysterious end within a year. Just before his untimely death, he had reached out to Cyrus.
While these connections hinted strongly at Cyrus’s involvement in the tragic accident from six years prior, the absence of direct evidence gnawed at Nyla. For her, that was the linchpin of any case she aimed to build.
“I can find it, but it will require some time,” Pete cautioned, his tone shifting to one of seriousness. “The Sumner family’s sway in Saintornia is formidable. If we pursue this too openly, we risk drawing unwanted attention. We’ll need to tread carefully.”
“That’s perfectly fine. This isn’t a race. Take your time and keep me updated on any developments,” Nyla responded, her mind already strategizing the next steps.
With their conversation reaching a natural conclusion, Pete rose from his seat. “Ms. Jayston, I have other commitments this evening. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Thank you for your diligence,” Nyla replied, her gratitude genuine.
“You’re welcome,” Pete acknowledged before departing, leaving Nyla to her thoughts.
Nyla lingered in the private room for an additional thirty minutes, her mind swirling with the implications of the information she had just received.
Meanwhile, on the second floor, Nathaniel observed Damon with growing concern as he downed glass after glass of drink, his expression dark and brooding.

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