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.

madness. However, she knew she

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

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

he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the road.

arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely

They might have made it

Joe and Skylar entwined,

drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only

you two are legally married. Just go

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

he’d seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to bed together would solve

with desire.

it hurt

both have to endure it,” Howard stated

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

again, Joe carried Skylar in his

with desire.

to

of sanity, understood what he was

I don’t,” she said, her

persistent.

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 before her rebirth,

desires.

again. As they lay on the bed, Skylar fell

His deep eyes focused solely on

In the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone