Nothing Is Beyond Betrayal

Although Evenson was no longer afraid of laying everything on the table now that he knew he had so many more advantages to rely on, not being afraid did not mean he had to do it.

After all, there was an art to revealing one's hand. How to reveal it and when to do so had to be his decision. He had to keep the initiative firmly in his own hands. He absolutely could not reveal his hand passively, under pressure and with no other choice.

"So, next we need to have a proper talk with this lady spy." Evenson sneered as he glanced sideways at Ghost, who was still unconscious. Others could know his secrets, but only when he willingly chose to tell them, not when they dug them up themselves. So if he wanted to seize the initiative, figure out what had happened, and come up with a response, he really had no choice but to start with Ghost.

Evenson curled one finger, about to flick it, but then seemed to remember something and lowered his hand. He walked over to Ghost, lifted her face by the chin, then forcibly pinched her mouth open and peered inside from side to side as though checking her teeth.

In the end, whether because he was still uneasy or because he had not seen clearly, he called Peggy Carter over as well. "Ms. Carter, you have sharp eyes and experience. Come take a closer look. She doesn't have any cavities in her mouth... ah, I mean, she isn't hiding anything in there, right?"

Although Evenson had guessed wrong earlier—Ghost had rammed her head into the wall to escape, not to kill herself—there was no guarantee she was not carrying one of those legendary cyanide capsules in her mouth. What if they