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.

as she was torn between reason and madness. However, she

as much

crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in his chest. His

as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped

Galaxy Villa, both

wasn’t clear who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the doorbell

and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

this wasn’t Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract

you two are legally married. Just go upstairs and do

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

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

with desire.

hurt her?”

You’ll both have to

bluntly.

“Get out.”

winced, at a loss for words. He wouldn’t

closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His

with desire.

want to endure

holding onto a sliver of sanity,

glistened with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice weak but

persistent.

divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured

desires.

captured hers again. As they lay on the bed,

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

tall frame covered