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

just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his arms suggested they

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

voice was hoarse as he urged Paul,

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the

at Galaxy Villa,

wasn’t clear who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the

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

but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only option. Given the current circumstances, why bother with that?

go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised

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

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

desire. He turned toward Howard.

hurt

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

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

carried Skylar in his arms.

with desire.

to

of sanity, understood what he was

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

persistent.

were married. Unless something unforeseen happened, they wouldn’t divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects

desires.

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

body. His deep eyes focused solely

frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone