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.

torn between reason and madness. However, she

was tense; his eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her movements in his

wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep

voice was hoarse as he urged Paul,

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

skilled, and the

hour later, they arrived at Galaxy

they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the doorbell

entering and seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

shower or an IV, but neither could

you two are legally married. Just go

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

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

with desire. He turned

it hurt

do much. You’ll both have to endure it,” Howard stated

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

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

with desire.

to

onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he was asking.

tears. “No, I don’t,”

persistent.

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

desires.

they lay on

muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on

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