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 could trust

were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his arms suggested they could succumb to their desires

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

he

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

was very skilled,

at Galaxy Villa,

They might have made it

Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard

shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the

legally married. Just go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised

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

been a while since he’d seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to

with desire.

hurt her?”

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both

bluntly.

“Get out.”

words. He wouldn’t have dared

door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his arms.

with desire.

want to endure

barely holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what

tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice weak

persistent.

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, always trying to

desires.

again. As they lay on the bed, Skylar

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

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