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.

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

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

crying–not from physical pain, but from

he urged Paul,

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

was very skilled, and

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware

started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the

seeing Joe and Skylar entwined,

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

go upstairs

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

just before entering, he’d seen them kissing.

were filled with desire. He

hurt

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both

bluntly.

“Get out.”

for words. He wouldn’t

the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar

with desire.

to

onto a sliver of

with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her

persistent.

divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the

desires.

As they lay on the bed, Skylar

a muscular and well–defined body. His deep

raced. In the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes