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.

madness. However, she knew she could

as much as Skylar. Her movements in his

his wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from

voice was hoarse as he

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti

an hour later, they arrived at Galaxy

wasn’t clear who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs

entering and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused

first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither

Martin, you two are legally married. Just go

Villa. However, he didn’t seem

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

were filled with desire.

hurt her?”

much. You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

loss for words. He wouldn’t

the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His dark eyes

with desire.

want to endure this?”

a sliver of sanity, understood what

eyes glistened with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice weak but

persistent.

children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the drug many times before her

desires.

captured hers again. As they lay on the bed, Skylar

deep eyes focused solely on

moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her