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.

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

he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as

when he was at the end of his wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical

was hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

the accelerator. He was very skilled, and the

later, they arrived at Galaxy Villa,

it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it upstairs

Joe and Skylar entwined, Howard paused

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

legally married. Just go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised helplessly.

Galaxy Villa. However, he didn’t seem pleased with his new wife,

but just before entering, he’d seen

with desire. He turned

it hurt her?”

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

bluntly.

“Get out.”

a loss for words. He

as the door closed again, Joe carried

with desire.

want to endure this?”

barely holding onto a sliver of

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

persistent.

wasn’t a loss.

desires.

lay on the

body. His deep eyes focused solely on her. His throat

next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and