"Okay, I'll go to sleep now..." Charles slowly stood up, looking bored. He held Vicky's hand and let her lead him forward.
Meanwhile, Vicky was excited to hear this. She took Charles to the bed and whispered in his ear, "You must be thirsty now. You need water."
Charles repeated her words, "I'm thirsty. I want to drink water."
Vicky touched Charles' forehead and said, "Good boy, I'll bring you some water right now."
Charles stared blankly ahead without saying a word.
Vicky poured a bottle of water from the table into a cup and handed it to Charles. "Drink so you won't be thirsty any more."
"I want to drink water..." Charles murmured as he took the glass.
Seeing that Charles still hadn't drunk the water, Vicky urged him, "Drink some water. If you're thirsty, please drink some water."
A hint of disappointment flashed through Charles' eyes. He was wondering what he should do next.
She must have done something to the water. But if Charles didn't drink it, then he couldn't prove anything. How else could he expose her then?
However, he knew for sure that she must have done something to the water. If he drank it, what would happen? He really didn't know. There was a possibility that she put poison in the water, and was it worth it to risk his life?
Suddenly, Vicky's phone rang.
She looked at Charles anxiously. Her phone was still ringing. She had no choice but to answer the call.
As soon as Vicky turned around, Charles immediately poured the water from the glass under the bed, leaving the glass empty.
Vicky uneasily answered the call. Immediately, she looked back to Charles and found that his glass was already empty. She retreated her gaze, satisfied.
"Hello?" Vicky was still a little worried, so she went to the balcony to answer the call.
"You got it?" Rob asked on the phone.
Vicky looked back in the direction of Charles and smiled contemptuously. "I did it. I wasn't going to let this chance go to waste."
"How is he now?" Rob asked again.
"I just drugged him, and he just drank the water. He's at my disposal now," Vicky said.
"All right. Then..." Rob told Vicky his plan.
Vicky was shocked upon hearing it. She inquired, "What? Let him go?
Or what?" "Do you want to go to prison?" Rob sneered
"Of course not."
"So, that's it. You have to let him go. You can't let anyone find out that you did something to him," Rob emphasized.
Begrudgingly, Vicky had no choice but to agree.
Rob, having provided her with the incense and the poison was always updated on everything she did.
Thus, she had no choice but to do as Rob had ordered.
After hanging up the phone, Vicky went inside.
Charles was still holding the empty glass, seemingly in a daze.
Vicky took the cup from him and asked, "Charles, are you still thirsty?"
Charles shook his head, not saying anything.
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