Chapter 843

Dawson hardly gave it a second look before his expression changed completely as if something had finally clicked. He turned sharply to Charles. "The drink was spiked!" Dawson had always kept himself in check. Now that he understood what was going on, it made sense why everything suddenly spiraled out of control. So, he'd walked straight into the trap Charles and the others had laid for him from the very beginning. A thought flashed in his mind, and he quickly dug into his pocket but found nothing. Charles leaned down and asked, "Are you Looking for this?" He was holding a black phone between his fingers. Overwhelmed by panic, Dawson instinctively reached out, momentarily forgetting he was tied up and powerless. He struggled to get to his feet but ended up collapsing weakly back onto the ground, squirming like a trapped animal. "Give it back!" he shouted, his face flushed with rage. Charles sneered. "What's the point? Do you think Ronald's going to keep someone who messes up this