Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1095

At that moment, Kenny would much rather die than suffer the humiliation. He had fought tooth and nail to get Sherilyn married into the Goldings, thinking it was their one-way ticket to the top—a guaranteed leap from rags to royalty.

However, he never imagined that in a family like the Goldings, they would stop treating someone like a human altogether once they lost their worth. They were tossed aside the moment they were no longer useful.

Richard looked over at Elon, who still had not made a move, and let out a cold laugh. "If you can't do it, get out of my sight."

Elon numbly stepped aside, staring at the weeping Sherilyn as if she were a stranger. His eyes were hollow, and his body did not move.

Suddenly, three men and eight women were dragged into the hall and forced to their knees before Richard. Each one wore a look of absolute horror.

"So, you're the ones who were fooling around with Sherilyn, right?" Richard asked calmly.

None of the group who had participated in the infamous eleven-person orgy dared utter a word.

Richard's voice remained flat. "I'll only ask once. Who slept with my daughter-in-law?"

Just as he expected, two of the men cracked immediately. They crawled forward, sobbing and begging for mercy. "Please, Mr. Golding Senior! We were wrong! We were so wrong!"

Richard's face held no emotion. "Kill them."

The enforcers stepped forward with gleaming blades, ready to slit their throats. But then, from the remaining eight women, three suddenly broke down in terror.

They trembled violently, wet themselves, and crawled forward alongside the two men.

This time, even Richard looked stunned.

Elon, the guards, and even the Golding elite standing nearby were completely speechless.

After all, the men coming clean was terrible enough. But now the women were confessing too?

What the hell did that mean?

Richard narrowed his eyes. "You three were involved too?"

The three knelt figures slowly raised their heads, revealing strikingly beautiful faces. However, when they spoke, their voices were coarse and unmistakably male.

"Sir… the truth is… we're not actually women."

"We're men—crossdressers. Please, forgive us. We had to do it… it's part of our work."

"Ms. Sherilyn has a very particular taste."

Richard sat frozen. Sherilyn had not just hooked up with random guys, but she had also gotten involved with three crossdressers.