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.

was a mess as she was torn between reason and madness. However, she knew she could trust Joe and clung to him

and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her

of his wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in his chest. His

voice was hoarse as he

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

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

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely

passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the doorbell

entering and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined,

a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the

Just go upstairs

Galaxy Villa. However, he didn’t seem pleased with his new wife, as they slept in separate rooms.

seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going

desire. He

it hurt her?”

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

with desire.

you want to endure this?”

sliver of

I don’t,” she said, her voice weak but

persistent.

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

desires.

they lay on the bed, Skylar

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

tall frame covered hers, and