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 knew she could trust Joe

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

from physical pain, but from

hoarse as he urged Paul,

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

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

later, they arrived at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of

passionately. They might have

Skylar entwined, Howard paused for a

shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s influence was often the only option. Given the current

Martin, you two are legally married. Just go upstairs and do the deed,”

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

just before entering, he’d

were filled with desire. He turned

it hurt

do much. You’ll both have

bluntly.

“Get out.”

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

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

with desire.

you want to endure this?”

of

with unshed 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

desires.

lay on the bed, Skylar fell in a daze.

deep eyes focused

tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone without realizing