Chapter 1218 Escape

Realization washed over Camilla, causing her expression to contort with anger. She turned to look at Dorothy, who was smiling at her. "The drink …" Camilla's eyes darted toward the orange juice placed beside her. Dorothy stood up and walked over. "You seem unwell. Let me take you somewhere safer to rest." Dorothy took hold of Camilla's arm as she spoke and supported her as they walked out. "Don't … don't touch me!" Camilla struggled, but she was completely weak. She could barely stand with Dorothy's support. Her cheeks turned red, and she looked angry. Dorothy cooed, "Stop struggling. You were brought here by Mr. Dasner. Without his permission, who dares to lay their hands on you?" "Simon … Did Simon allow this? Why would he do this?" Camilla questioned herself. Camilla's consciousness gradually blurred, and she could only stand with Dorothy's help. A chill crept down her spine as she thought about that nonchalant, wicked man with a perpetual smirk adorning his face. Initially