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.

reason and madness. However, she knew she could trust Joe and clung

he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as

was crying–not from physical pain,

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

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and the Bugatti

an hour later, they arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of their surroundings.

They might

Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused

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

married. Just go

the last time he visited Galaxy Villa. However, he didn’t

before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to

were filled with desire. He turned toward

hurt her?”

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both

bluntly.

“Get out.”

words. He wouldn’t have dared

soon as the door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in

with desire.

you want to endure this?”

holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood

I

persistent.

loss. She had

desires.

on the bed, Skylar fell in

deep eyes focused solely on her. His throat

frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone without realizing