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.

Elon was not just a cheated husband—it was a next-level embarrassment.

He refused to accept it and shouted, “No… I don’t believe it! They’re lying! These three are definitely women! They didn’t touch Sherilyn! No way!”

Shouting in denial, Elon stormed up to the trio and yanked at their hair and faces.

The hair did not come off—it was real.

The skin? Smoother than most women.

After a full inspection, Elon let out a breath of relief. “They’re women. They’re definitely women. Thank God. It’s bad enough with two guys—I can’t take five.”

However, one of the Golding enforcers, who was known to frequent underground clubs and had seen it all, cleared his throat and whispered, “Uh… Sir… today’s plastic surgery, gender reassignment, and makeup skills are scarily good.

“Just feeling around won’t tell you anything. If you really want to be sure… you’ll have to check what’s down there.”

Elon froze. Then, he barked, “You three—drop your pants. Now!”

The three exchanged awkward glances but did not dare disobey. One by one, they unzipped and pulled down.

Elon stared.

Then gasped.

He was instantly reminded of a trip to Teialan when he once visited a street known for ladyboys—figures with flawless skin, long legs, and beautiful faces… until they pulled something out that made his jaw drop.

That was exactly what he was facing now.

Each one of the three had something bigger than his own.

Richard sat stiffly in his chair, so enraged his entire body trembled. He was seconds from

blowing a gasket. In all his years leading the Goldings, he had faced massive political drama and deadly rivalries.

However, never something this humiliating or revolting.

“Kill them. All of them. I don’t care if they’re men, women, or something in between. And that whore Sherilyn—make sure she dies tonight!”

As the head of the Goldings, Richard had faced betrayals, business collapses, and high-stakes threats from every direction.

But this? This was the most outrageous, degrading scandal he had ever witnessed.

Sherilyn’s death meant nothing to the Goldings—it was a stain best erased. However, the humiliation she brought would linger like a curse.

Even Kenny did not dare plead for his daughter’s life. Deep down, even he knew that Sherilyn had gone too far this time.