Samson looked at Mitchell helplessly.
After all, Connor said that Mitchell had spiked the drink, but he could not produce any evidence.
Mitchell didn't admit to spiking the drink, so he didn't know what to do.
"Why don't the two of you come with me…" Samson said softly.
"Why should I go with you? I didn't put anything in the drink at all. Connor asked me to drink this glass of wine, and I already did. I'm fine now. This proves me right…" Mitchell hurriedly shouted.
"Did you drink that glass of wine just now?" Samson asked Mitchell with a puzzled expression.
"That's right. Everyone saw me drink that glass of wine just now, and I'm fine now. Doesn't this prove that I didn't spike it?" Mitchell shouted.
"Some drugs don't work immediately…" Connor said calmly.
Samson looked down at his phone and said softly, "Since he drank that glass of wine just now, why don't we all wait in this private room for two hours…
