She knew all too well that explaining things to Aston with words alone would be futile. Although Aston, as a soldier, understood the complexities of spies and potential framing, nothing could surpass the impact of indisputable evidence. When she first suspected that Duke’s predicament was connected to Aston and that he had been betrayed while they were outside, she took meticulous steps to prepare.
Not only did she strategize to prevent them from being caught off guard by an enemy ambush, but she also took the precaution of wearing a mini camera connected to her phone via Bluetooth from the moment they left the shelter.
She realized that only by showing Aston the complete footage of what transpired would he believe that he had truly been betrayed and that neither she nor her team had framed anyone or killed indiscriminately.
She realized that providing concrete evidence was the only way to gain Aston’s trust and prove that she and her team were not his enemies. When Kisha noticed Aston’s suspicious gaze, she stepped closer, but Aston instinctively backed away, his eyes turning hostile.
Kisha sighed in defeat before speaking. "Look, I know it’s hard to believe, especially when you’ve trusted your people with your life. Trust me, I know how much that betrayal hurts." She pulled out her phone from her pocket, and immediately, all eyes were on her, everyone on high alert. Aston and his team were tense, likely fearing an assassination attempt at any moment.
Kisha didn’t care about their suspicions or hostile glares. After pulling out her phone, she tapped a few times until the video appeared on the screen. Without playing it, she extended the phone towards Aston, gesturing for him to take it. "See for yourself," she said, her expression remaining indifferent. Aston, sensing no malice or hostility from her or anyone else, reluctantly took the phone.
He saw a video paused and ready to play.
Aston glanced up to see Kisha, who seemed indifferent to what he intended to do with the phone or the evidence. From everything that had transpired and what Kisha had said so far, he surmised that this was some kind of proof about the traitor in his team. Instead of looking at the evidence, he looked at Kisha and narrowed his eyes.
He wanted to ask her how she had obtained the evidence and why she seemed so prepared. Her readiness made him feel exposed and vulnerable as if Kisha knew far more than she was letting on and had anticipated every eventuality.
These qualities might reassure her allies, but for her enemies, they were intimidating. At this moment, Aston was uncertain whether she considered him an ally or an enemy.
As if reading his thoughts, Kisha said, "Don’t worry, if I considered you my enemies, you’d be like that traitor by now or dead the moment we left the shelter. You wouldn’t stand a chance against us." Her tone wasn’t sarcastic, just matter-of-fact. Aston could sense the truth in her words.
Based on what he had seen so far, he knew that if Kisha and her team truly wanted them dead, it would have been easier to kill them outright rather than escort them around.
After taking a moment to clear his thoughts and make sense of everything that had happened, Aston finally had a clearer perspective. He took a deep breath, repeating the action a few more times to calm his mind and regain his logical thinking. Though he wasn’t adept at human relations or scheming, he wasn’t stupid either.
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