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.

torn between reason and madness. However, she knew she could

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

wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain,

voice was hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

hit the accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped

at Galaxy Villa, both

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

Skylar

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

Just go

the last time he visited Galaxy Villa. However, he didn’t seem pleased with his new wife,

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

desire. He turned toward

hurt

You’ll both

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

soon as the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his

with desire.

want to endure

barely holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he

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

persistent.

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

desires.

on the bed, Skylar fell in a

His deep eyes focused solely on her. His throat felt

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