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 she could trust Joe and clung to

breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as

wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of

was hoarse as he

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

hit the accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti

at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of

who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it

seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for

but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only option. Given the current circumstances, why bother with

Just go upstairs and do the

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

he’d seen them kissing.

with desire.

it hurt

do much. You’ll both have to endure

bluntly.

“Get out.”

He wouldn’t have dared to

soon as the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in

with desire.

you want to

onto a sliver of sanity, understood what

tears. “No, I don’t,” she

persistent.

Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects

desires.

lay on the bed, Skylar fell

body. His deep eyes focused solely on

frame covered hers, and