Chapter 1080

Sherilyn stammered, “I–I only remember that night at the private club, and we were partying hard. We all got drunk—me and my two girlfriends—and then…”

Her voice cracked, but she forced herself to continue. “After that, everything went black. When I woke up, there were eight male escorts in the room with us, along with me and my two besties…”

The room collectively sucked in a breath. It was just too much, too shocking, and too outrageous. Even Kenny stared at Sherilyn like she had morphed into some kind of monster.

Elon’s massive body stumbled back a few steps with loud thuds. He could barely keep his balance, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Sherilyn.

“So, you, plus your two girlfriends… and eight male escorts? That’s… 11 people! You had an eleven-person orgy? That’s not just wild—that’s straight-up animal behavior!”

Two of the Goldings' elite guards rushed forward and caught Elon just in time. They could tell that if they did not hold him up, he was about to collapse face-first onto the floor.

Even Andrew looked at Sherilyn in shock—this woman was indeed something else.

Jameson let out a low grunt. “11 people in one room… that’s going to make it really complicated to figure out the baby’s father.”

Tiana gritted her teeth. “Forget figuring it out. Round them all up! Every guy involved should get snipped—turn them into eunuchs! And the girls? Toss them into a damn lake and let the pigs feast!”

Sherilyn wiped her tears and turned to Elon with puppy-dog eyes. “Elon, I swear there won’t be a next time! I promise I’ll wait until your health recovers. I’ll give the Goldings a healthy baby boy. I’ll restore your legacy!”

Elon’s entire body was trembling—every roll of fat on him vibrating from sheer rage. He growled, “Tell me, other than that time… were there any other times?”

Sherilyn bit her lip, then figured since the truth was already out, she might as well go all in. “Well, there were two more times. But the second and third times were way more controlled!

“It was still me and my two girlfriends—but we each only booked two guys. Eventually, we felt guilty… so we cut back to just one guy each.”

Andrew stared at her, speechless that one each was what she called self-control. No doubt, this was peak big-city energy.

“You dirty, disgusting little-” Elon completely lost it.

“I’m going to kill you!” His voice cracked as he lunged forward, ready to end her right there.

However, his legs gave out, and with a guttural yell, he toppled straight to the ground, his face turning red and swollen like he was about to seize.

“Mr. Golding! Sir, are you alright?!”

The guards panicked and rushed in, frantically checking his pulse and propping him up.

Andrew stepped forward and said coldly, “His rage just maxed out, and with his body condition, his blood pressure must be through the roof. If you don’t get him to the ER right now, you might as well start planning the funeral.”

The Goldings' men all turned pale. They did not hesitate, and two guards lifted Elon and bolted toward the exit, dragging Sherilyn and Kenny behind them.

From behind, Andrew called out, “Hey, Fatty! What the hell was that? You came all this way looking for a fight, didn’t you? Now you’re getting carried out on a stretcher? What is that, some new tactic? Or do you just not think I’m worth your time?”

As Elon was being hauled out the front gates of the Rhodes estate, he heard Andrew’s voice and could not take it anymore.

With a furious roar, he coughed up a mouthful of blood right then and there. He wanted to tear Andrew limb from limb more than anything. Yet, he was helpless now, his rage boiling over, his body collapsing under the weight of Sherilyn’s betrayal, shame, and public humiliation.