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.

she knew she could trust Joe and clung to him tightly like

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

wits, he noticed Skylar was crying–not from physical pain, but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in his

was hoarse as he

“Yes, Mr. Martin.”

very skilled, and

at Galaxy Villa, both barely aware of their surroundings.

they started kissing passionately. They

and Skylar

situations before; this wasn’t Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully

Just go upstairs and

he didn’t

just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to bed together would solve all their

were filled with desire. He turned toward Howard.

hurt

both have to endure it,”

bluntly.

“Get out.”

He wouldn’t have dared

again, Joe carried Skylar in

with desire.

to

onto a sliver of sanity, understood

I don’t,” she said, her voice weak but

persistent.

they wouldn’t divorce and might have children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of

desires.

on the bed, Skylar fell in

now shirtless, revealed a muscular and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on

raced. In the next moment, his tall frame covered