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.

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

breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his arms suggested they could succumb

he was at the end of his wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in

voice was hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the

at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware

but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it

Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused

had dealt with 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

legally married. Just go upstairs

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

before entering, he’d seen them kissing.

filled with desire. He

hurt her?”

You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

Joe carried

with desire.

to endure

holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he

tears. “No, I don’t,”

persistent.

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

desires.

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

well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on her. His

frame covered hers, and her clothes were