Richest Mogul

Chapter 269 

The middle–aged man standing nearby was sweating even more, his back drenched from the tension. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

It seemed like the drug was taking effect, but there was another woman present who was distracting Joe’s attention. 

Joe clearly seemed more interested in that woman, barely glancing at his daughter, who possessed an ethereal grace like an angel descending from the heavens. 

Any man would want to claim her as his own. He rarely showed her off in public, fearing others would covet her, and had always intended for her to marry someone 

who could benefit him. 

The woman was also getting anxious. Everyone who had ever seen her play the flute said she was enchanting. She always performed at events during college and was voted the most beautiful student on campus. 

She was a beloved star in the entertainment industry, admired by all. How could she 

become a mere backdrop in front of a woman she had never seen before? 

Joe didn’t glance at her, and her face turned red with frustration. 

Skylar felt uncomfortable and gor 

to leave. She wanted to wash her face and clear 

her head in the bathroom. As she stood up, a familiar sensation washed over her. It 

reminded her of the time before her rebirth when Maisy and Christopher had 

drugged her. 

That drug was potent, causing uncontrollable desire and confusion. Although the current feeling wasn’t as intense, it still made her feel an overwhelming urge to 

undress. 

She couldn’t fathom why she would be drugged when she was dining with Joe. 

Skylar took a deep breath and said, “I don’t feel well, Joe. Let’s go home.” 

“Okay.” 

Joe’s eyes were bloodshot. He stood up and moved toward Skylar. 

Before he could take a second step, someone stopped him. 

“Mr. Martin, I haven’t finished playing yet. Could you please listen to the rest of the piece?” the woman pleaded softly. 

The middle–aged man looked at his other two daughters and ordered, “Take this lady upstairs to the hotel to rest,” 

Having already committed to this course of action, he couldn’t back down now. There was no room for retreat. 

The two sisters approached to support Skylar. 

Skylar pushed them away, “Get lost!” 

She quickly figured out who drugged her. She wasn’t a fool. 

“You don’t look well. You’d better take a rest.” 

“Yes, there’s a hotel upstairs. Rest for a bit; you might have caught a cold.” 

They planned to send a few men to her room later. Such a beautiful woman could easily ruin their father’s plans, and they would be forced into a life of poverty. 

Skylar pressed her lips tightly together and was about to push them away again 

when Joe kicked the woman aside. 

Her scream filled the air, and the middle–aged man tried to intervene, but it was too late. Joe delivered a fierce punch, and the man howled in pain as several false teeth 

flew out. 

“Dad!” 

The scene descended into chaos as restaurant staff rushed in, alarmed by the 

commotion. They froze at the sight before them. 

Joe coldly instructed the manager, “Send them to the police station. Have these 

dishes tested, and deal with this immediately!” 

The manager, understanding the gravity of the situation, responded nervously, “Mr. Martin, don’t worry. I will handle everything accordingly.”