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.

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

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

when he was at the end of his wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep

he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

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

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely

it, but they started kissing passionately. They

and seeing Joe and Skylar

drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring

married. Just go upstairs and do

Villa. However, he didn’t seem pleased with his new wife,

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

with desire. He

it hurt her?”

can’t do much. You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

winced, at a loss for words. He wouldn’t have

Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His

with desire.

you want to endure

a sliver of sanity,

I don’t,” she said, her voice

persistent.

they wouldn’t divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the drug many times before her rebirth,

desires.

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

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

frame covered