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.

was torn between reason and madness. However, she knew she could

eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as much as Skylar. Her

was crying–not from physical pain, but

as he urged Paul, “Drive

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

accelerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the road.

they arrived at Galaxy

passionately. They might have made it upstairs if the

seeing Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a moment.

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

go upstairs and do the deed,”

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

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

with desire. He

it hurt her?”

intervention can’t do much. You’ll both have to endure it,” Howard stated

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

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

with desire.

you want to

holding onto a sliver of sanity,

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

persistent.

a loss. She had endured

desires.

they lay on the bed, Skylar fell

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

his tall frame covered