Richest Mogul

Chapter 270

The restaurant would be doomed if they failed to handle the matter properly.

The middle–aged man and the three sisters turned pale. They were finished. This was the end of their family, as they were the ones who spiked the food.

The restaurant manager understood what had happened perfectly after witnessing the scene. His career would be affected since such an incident occurred under his management.

Gritting his teeth, he ordered, “Take them to the police station!”

Joe brought Skylar back to the car. Paul, noticing the flush on their faces, quickly understood what had happened.

“Mr. Martin, should we go to the hospital?

Joe unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and replied in a deep voice, “Call Dr. Grey.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the driver called Howard, Skylar was already feeling disoriented.

potent

Joe hadn’t eaten much, but the drug was more toward men, and they would quickly lose control.

Skylar whimpered in his arms, “When will we get home? This sucks.”

“Soon. Just hold on, Skylar,” Joe’s voice was low and restrained.

Skylar’s eyes reddened slightly; the familiar discomfort and memories of how

helpless she felt in the past made her bite her lip and cry silently.

She didn’t want to endure that unspeakable agony again. She was desperate to be free from the suffering.

she was torn between reason and madness. However, she knew she could trust Joe and clung to him tightly like a lifeline.

his eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his

physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in

he urged Paul,

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

the accelerator. He was very skilled,

later, they arrived at Galaxy

started kissing passionately. They

and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but

go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised

he

had been a while since he’d seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to bed together would solve all their

filled with desire. He turned toward

hurt her?”

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both have to endure it,”

bluntly.

“Get out.”

loss for words. He wouldn’t have dared to stay

carried Skylar in his arms. His dark eyes filled

with desire.

want to endure

a sliver of sanity, understood what he

“No, I don’t,”

persistent.

Unless something unforeseen happened, they wouldn’t divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the

desires.

As they lay on the bed, Skylar

shirtless, revealed a muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on her.

moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were