As Daniel Steiner urged Platt to take the first sip, an indescribable fear gripped the spy.
For an intelligence agent, the greatest terror was having their deception exposed.
‘But how…?’
How did Daniel Steiner know that the whiskey was poisoned?
‘Was my acting sloppy?’
No. That couldn’t be it.
Platt was an experienced spy, one who had operated among the Imperial nobility for years without ever being detected.
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We are waiting for the continuation
Lol, what a blessed human being. God loves him.