Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom
Chapter 810 They’re All the Same

I was shocked, and completely forgot any embarrassment. "That's outrageous. No wonder no one wants to talk about it."

Now that I understood the true nature of the incident, it was clear why no one wanted to speak about it. That was truly a dark chapter in Foswood's history.

I looked at Arnold in disbelief, feeling awkward as I asked, "Were... were all the participants voluntary?"

"How could that be? There's no way that all of them volunteered. Even if they had, it wouldn't change the fact that they were manipulated. If we hadn't left in time, we would have been victims too," Arnold said without confirming or denying anything.

"You mean... you mean they used some special methods?" I guessed, trying to understand the situation.

"Yes. They initially used those methods on girls with no status or family background. But the more they indulged, the bolder they became," Arnold elaborated.

As I pieced together the incident with what Arnold was telling me, I thought about Melvern's demeanor when discussing the matter. What kind of person was he?

I shuddered as I thought about those penetrating eyes. He was truly despicable.

"Some of them felt invincible at the time. When they were afraid that the news might leak, they decided to embrace the situation, thinking, 'Why be afraid when everyone's in it together?""

"And no one knew about this?" I felt both unsettled and angry.

"Don't forget, the Sunny family owned hotels. The venue was well-hidden, and not just anyone could enter. They had a perfect plan," Arnold reminded me.

I shook my head helplessly. It was horrifying.

"And he got everyone involved, so even if something happened, they would all be in the same boat. It turned into a major incident, especially for the girls brought in by those so-called socialites. They suffered the most."

As Arnold spoke, I could vividly imagine the scene.

I shook my head again, feeling a sense of despair.

Those girls had fantasized about life in high society, but in the end, they had ruined themselves.

It was truly a terrible and infuriating situation.

"I heard that the girl who died didn't cooperate at all. They forced her to drink a lot of alcohol, and she was found dead with several others in critical condition. If they had been found any later, the consequences would have been even worse."

I shuddered at the thought. This was a nightmarish revelation.

"So, you're saying Melvern was the instigator behind this?" I asked in disbelief.

"That's right. He wasn't the original mastermind, but he advocated for it to grow bigger. They say that he also brought in the 'goods'," Arnold explained.

I couldn't believe the darkness that lurked within Foswood's social circles.

"Does that mean that most of Foswood's socialites were implicated in this? Were they part of the gathering?"

"Not necessarily. Some were

studying abroad, and some were too

lofty to participate in gatherings like that. They were spared," Arnold clarified. "For instance, the three of us from our family, especially your man. He never indulges in things like that. The most lively one among us is... well, you know."

Arnold grinned mischievously. "When my brother and Atlas dragged me away that day, I resisted. But I couldn't put up much of a fight. They picked me up on either side and

walked away like I was beind. P

kidnapped. I couldn't resist their domineering ways."

I couldn't help but smirk. "Was it wrong for them to take you away?"

Arnold looked slightly aggrieved. "No. After that incident, I stopped resisting them altogether. I had no say in our family at that time, Chlo Everyone else could decide whatever they wanted for me The two older ones did as they pleased. They were so overbearing

His words almost made me burst into laughter.

"But really, if it weren't for their resolute actions, I would've been in big trouble. It wouldn't have ended well for me if I had been involved with what happened. It would have been like a scene from a messy drama."

Blushing, I scolded him internally for conjuring such chaotic images.

"How did people replace out about this later? And did the cops get involved?" I asked, still puzzled.