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 collaps