Chapter 269


    The middle–aged man standing nearby was sweating even more, his back drenched from the


    tension.


    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 ncing at his daughter, who possessed


    an ethereal grace like an angel descending from the heavens.


    Any man would want to im 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 y 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


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


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


    Skr felt ufortable 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 uncontroble desire and confusion. Although the current feeling


    wasn’t as intense, it still made her feel an overwhelming urge to


    undress.


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


    Skr 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 Skr.


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


    “Mr. Martin, I haven’t finished ying 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 thisdy upstairs to the


    hotel to rest,”


    Having alreadymitted to this course of action, he couldn’t back down now. There was no room


    for retreat.


    The two sisters approached to support Skr.


    Skr 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 nned to send a few men to her roomter. Such a beautiful woman could easily ruin their


    father’s ns, and they would be forced into a life of poverty.


    Skr 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 toote. 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, rmed by the


    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 ordingly.”