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.

and madness. However, she knew she

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

noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in his chest. His breath hitched.

hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

hit the accelerator. He was very skilled,

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both

kissing passionately. They might have made

seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard

such 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

Just go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard

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

he’d seen them kissing. Going to bed together would solve all

filled with desire.

it hurt her?”

can’t do much. You’ll both have to endure

bluntly.

“Get out.”

for words. He wouldn’t have dared to stay anyway.

closed again, Joe carried Skylar in

with desire.

to

holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood

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

persistent.

a loss. She had endured the

desires.

on the bed, Skylar fell in a

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

In the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone without realizing it.