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.

reason and madness. However, she knew

was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his arms suggested they could succumb

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

he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down

arrived at Galaxy

kissing passionately. They might

and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

this wasn’t Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only option. Given the current circumstances, why bother with

two are legally married. Just go upstairs and do

learned of Joe’s marriage the last time he visited Galaxy Villa. However, he didn’t seem pleased

entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to bed together would solve

desire. He

it hurt

You’ll both have to endure it,” Howard

bluntly.

“Get out.”

for words. He wouldn’t have dared to

closed again, Joe carried

with desire.

to endure this?”

sliver of sanity, understood what

tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her

persistent.

divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss.

desires.

As they lay on the bed, Skylar

deep eyes

moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her