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

just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his arms suggested they could succumb to their

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

as he urged

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

hit the accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the road.

they arrived at Galaxy Villa,

they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the

Skylar entwined, Howard

Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often

two are legally married. Just go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised

However, he didn’t seem

had been a while since he’d seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going

desire.

it hurt

You’ll both have to endure it,”

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His dark

with desire.

want to endure

onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he

glistened with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said,

persistent.

loss. She had endured the effects of the drug many times

desires.

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

and well–defined body. His deep

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