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.

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

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

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

he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and the Bugatti sped

at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of their surroundings.

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

Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for

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 drug’s influence was often

are legally married. Just go upstairs and do the

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

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

were filled with desire. He turned

it hurt

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

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

Joe carried Skylar in

with desire.

you want to endure

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

unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said,

persistent.

they wouldn’t divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the drug

desires.

again. As they lay on

a muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes

his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone without realizing it.