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.

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

struggling just as much as Skylar. Her

noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep

hoarse as he urged

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled,

an hour later, they arrived at Galaxy

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

and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a moment.

situations before; this wasn’t Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only option. Given

Martin, you two are legally married. Just go upstairs and

he

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

eyes were filled with desire. He turned toward Howard.

it hurt her?”

much. You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

door closed again, Joe carried

with desire.

want to endure

onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he was asking.

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

persistent.

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

desires.

lay on the bed, Skylar

well–defined body. His deep eyes

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