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.

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

as much as Skylar. Her movements

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

he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

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

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely

clear who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs

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

go upstairs and do the deed,”

of Joe’s marriage the last time he visited Galaxy Villa. However, he

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

eyes were filled with desire. He turned toward Howard.

hurt

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

He wouldn’t

as the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His dark eyes

with desire.

to

of

tears. “No, I don’t,”

persistent.

him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the drug many times before her rebirth, always trying to suppress her

desires.

As they lay on the bed, Skylar fell in a

shirtless, revealed a muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on

his tall frame covered