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.

However, she knew

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

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

hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the

they arrived at Galaxy

They might have made it upstairs if the doorbell hadn’t suddenly

and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard

shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects.

you two are legally married. Just go

the last time he visited Galaxy Villa. However, he

before entering, he’d seen

eyes were filled with desire. He

hurt

both have to endure

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his

with desire.

you want to

barely holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he was asking.

I don’t,” she said, her

persistent.

loss. She had endured

desires.

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

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

the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and