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.

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

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

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

as he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the

Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of

passionately. They

seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused

a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the

go upstairs and

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

entering, he’d seen them kissing.

with desire.

hurt her?”

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both

bluntly.

“Get out.”

at a loss for words. He wouldn’t

door closed again, Joe carried Skylar in his arms. His dark eyes filled

with desire.

to endure this?”

a sliver of sanity, understood

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

persistent.

wouldn’t 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, Skylar fell in

a muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused

raced. In the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes