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    “You’ll understand once you read it, Ms. Jayston,” Pete said.


    If what he had discovered hadn’t been significant, he wouldn’t have met with N in person.


    As N opened the file, her expression quickly turned grim. She asked, ” Are you sure this information is urate?”


    Pete nodded confidently and replied, “Of course, Ms. Jayston. I wouldn’t charge such a high fee if I weren’t certain of the value of my findings.”


    Closing the file, N inquired, “Can you find concrete evidence that Cyrus orchestrated the ident?”


    The documents Pete provided revealed that after the bankruptcy of Harris Pharmaceuticals, Godric received arge sum of money and died mysteriously within a year. Before his death, he had contacted Cyrus.


    While these connections implicated Cyrus in the ident six years ago, there was no direct evidence linking him to it. For N, direct evidence


    was crucial.


    “I can, but it will take some time. The Sumner family’s influence in Saintornia is substantial. If we investigate too openly, we risk being discovered quickly. We’ll have to proceed cautiously,” Pete cautioned.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    “That’s fine. This isn’t urgent. Take your time and let me know if there are any updates,” N agreed.


    With their discussion concluded, Pete stood up and said, “Ms. Jayston, I have other matters to attend to tonight. I’ll take my leave.”


    “Thank you for your efforts,” N replied.


    “You’re wee,” Pete said, then left.


    13


    N remained in the private room for another half hour before leaving.


    Meanwhile, on the second floor, Nathaniel watched Damon silently drink ss after ss with a grim expression and raised an eyebrow.


    “Damon, are you really heartbroken?”


    When Damon had just started hispany and faced bankruptcy several times due to others‘ schemes, he never appeared this upset.


    Damon shot Nathaniel a cold look, said nothing, and took another sip of


    his drink.


    Nathaniel turned to Caleb, who was sitting nearby. “Caleb, aren’t you going to say something? If he keeps drinking like this, he’ll end up in the hospital.”


    Caleb’s expression remained indifferent. “One less drinker, one less problem.”


    Nathaniel was speechless. What a friend. He nced down at the dance floor and suddenly said, “Hey, isn’t that your niece–inw?”


    Damon paused his drinking and looked in the direction Nathaniel pointed. It was indeed N.


    At that moment, she was being osted by a drunken man, her face showing extreme displeasure.


    Damon set down his ss and stood up, only to sit back down again. He addressed the manager standing nearby with cold detachment. “Is your bar’s security so poor that people don’t feel safe here?”


    The bar manager broke into a cold sweat and quickly said, “Mr. Sumner, I’ll handle it right away.”


    Nathaniel looked at Damon and couldn’t help but tease, “If I remember


    correctly, you don’t seem to like your nephew much, and you’re not one to meddle in others‘ affairs. Yet here you are, making sure someone helps your niece–inw.”


    Nathaniel knew well that rk often faced difficulties negotiating deals in the past, and Damon never intervened, let alone offered assistance.


    Damon remained indifferent. “If something happens and the Sumners find out I was here and didn’t help, it won’t look good.”


    Nathaniel nodded. “Makes sense.”


    He had met rk’s mother before–she was quite a formidable character.


    Caleb raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest in his eyes. Damon had always been aw unto himself, indifferent to others‘ opinions. His assistance today likely had another motivation behind it.