As the words left Magnus's mouth, Nutgrove's face drained of color. Horror twisted his features.
'How did this little brat learn about my actions?' he thought frantically, struggling to comprehend Magnus's accusation. 'Is he bluffing? He can't possibly have proof… can he?' His mind reeled, on the verge of collapse.
Magnus stared at Nutgrove, his gaze intense and unwavering. He sensed the man's inner turmoil, but it didn't elicit any sympathy.
"It seems you understand your predicament," Magnus said, his voice calm and controlled. "Let's get straight to the point. I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer when prompted. If you understand, nod your head."
Nutgrove, though bewildered, managed a shaky nod.
"Good. My first question is, how long have you been colluding with Gaylord?"