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.

However, she

was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in

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

as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and the

an hour later, they arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware

started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs

entering and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could

married. Just go

However, he didn’t seem pleased with his new wife, as they slept in

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

eyes were filled with desire.

hurt her?”

both have to endure

bluntly.

“Get out.”

a loss for words. He wouldn’t

the door closed again, Joe carried

with desire.

want to endure

barely holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he

eyes glistened with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice weak

persistent.

loss. She had endured the effects of the drug

desires.

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

and well–defined body. His deep

tall frame covered hers, and