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.

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

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

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

he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of their

kissing passionately. They might have made

Joe and Skylar entwined,

it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither

two are legally married. Just go upstairs and

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

but just before entering, he’d seen them

filled with desire. He

hurt her?”

do much. You’ll both have to

bluntly.

“Get out.”

a loss for words. He wouldn’t

closed again, Joe carried

with desire.

to

holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he was

with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,”

persistent.

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

desires.

on the

deep eyes focused

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