Chapter 472: After Today, No More Blackwood Family in Lustre

The password was quickly cracked. Inside, there was nothing but videos.

Silas Blackwood clicked on one at random, and a sound that would make anyone’s face flush and heart race immediately played.

"Oh, hubby~ You’re so good~"

Although he had braced himself, when Silas Blackwood saw his own father and his own wife tangled together, he still felt like his world was collapsing.

"Daddy, you’re amazing."

Caleb Blackwood’s voice could also be heard. "You little slut, I’m going to fuck you to death!"

Caleb Blackwood’s voice was also filled with pleasure. The scene, it had to be said, was utterly nauseating.

"Fuck me to death then. If my husband finds out we’ve been sneaking around like this, he’ll kill us anyway. He’s not nearly as amazing as you, Daddy. He can’t make me feel this good."

Everyone else who heard the all-too-familiar voices knew it was Anna Nash and Caleb Blackwood.

Mrs. Blackwood, in particular, rushed over and snatched the phone from Silas Blackwood’s hand.

Silas Blackwood didn’t even have time to react. "Mom, don’t look!"

But Mrs. Blackwood had already seen it. The two naked, entangled bodies were none other than Caleb Blackwood and Anna Nash.

"You two... you..." Mrs. Blackwood simply couldn’t take it.

’No wonder Caleb Blackwood wanted to divorce me a few days ago. I can’t believe this was the reason!’

And now, Anna Nash was even pregnant with Caleb Blackwood’s child. Life was simply unbearable!

Caleb Blackwood wasn’t known for being a womanizer. His focus was solely on the company. They had been passionate once, back when Caleb Blackwood was younger. Later, perhaps because he was no longer up to the task, they were rarely intimate. It happened less than twice a year, and even then, Caleb Blackwood would finish quickly.

If she hadn’t seen this video, she would never have known Caleb Blackwood still had such a virile, youthful side to him.

But this scene... it was just disgusting. Utterly disgusting!

And there were many more videos. They all seemed to have been filmed in the house, with the two of them sneaking around behind everyone’s backs in their rooms.

Sometimes during the day, sometimes at night.

’No wonder I couldn’t find Anna Nash sometimes. So they were...’

Silas Blackwood felt a wave of nausea, something churning and surging inside him.

The chat logs had also been recovered. Besides the explicit text messages, there were also voice notes from Anna Nash—one suggestive phrase after another—and Caleb Blackwood’s equally enthusiastic replies.

Perhaps he was just getting old and hadn’t had any excitement in a long time. Faced with a young woman who knew how to play, how could Caleb Blackwood possibly resist?

And all of this was being seen and heard by everyone present, as well as everyone online.

The number of viewers in the livestream had already reached five million and was still climbing.

"My eyes! Someone please grant me a pair of eyes that haven’t seen this livestream tonight!"

"Just from the sounds, this woman is really going at it. Can you show us the video? Don’t leave us out."

"I thought the stuff before was shocking enough, but now I know what it means to have your whole worldview shattered. I’m seriously going to puke."

"So this Anna Nash really climbed into Caleb Blackwood’s bed and got pregnant with his child?"

"Who would’ve known if this hadn’t been exposed? That Silas Blackwood is pretty pathetic, being cuckolded so many times. Turns out neither of the kids are even his. If I were him, I’d have a complete breakdown."

"A scumbag like him doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy. All you can say is he got what he deserved. He met someone who plays an even dirtier game, and he has a father who’s worse than an animal—actually laying hands on his own daughter-in-law."

"Oh my god, oh my god, this is a bombshell of a scandal! I couldn’t even dream this stuff up. Not even novels would dare to write a plot like this. It’s insane. There isn’t a single normal person in this whole family."

"A whole den of snakes. You guys really like to keep it in the family, huh? When the son can’t get it done, the dad steps in. This is so wild to watch. Why don’t the three of you just do it together? With how you’re carrying on, a threesome wouldn’t be out of the question, would it?"

The online comments had already skyrocketed into the hundreds of millions, and the Blackwood Family had basically taken over all the top trending spots.

#CalebBlackwoodIsAMurderer#

#CalebBlackwoodSleepsWithDaughterInLaw#

#DaughterInLawBecomesStepmomRichFamilyScandals#

#SaddestManOfTheYearSilasBlackwoodKingOfCucks#

With so many people just in the livestream, the online discussion was even bigger. It was safe to say that everyone now knew about this.

Many people online were also saying, "This is so disgusting. I’m never buying anything from the Blackwood Family again."

"Me too. Caleb Blackwood is a real animal."

The Blackwood Group’s stock plummeted to rock bottom that night, with no chance of recovery.

Seeing this, their business partners also began demanding to terminate their contracts.

No one at the company could contact Caleb Blackwood now. Everything was in chaos, and nobody knew how to handle the situation.

After today, the Blackwood Family would never have a chance to recover.

And the image of a great philanthropist that Caleb Blackwood had built up over the years was completely shattered in this single moment.

Forcing Caleb to watch helplessly as his family was destroyed was precisely why Quentin Blackwood had chosen to bring him down today. Simply using underhanded tactics to steal Caleb Blackwood’s projects wouldn’t have been satisfying enough.

Only by utterly destroying the Blackwood Group’s reputation and having Caleb Blackwood condemned by millions could he truly make Caleb reap what he sowed and pay the price.

Quentin Blackwood had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

Perhaps after today, the Blackwood Family would cease to exist in Lustre.

Over there, Caleb Blackwood was still making muffled sounds, his eyes wide, bloodshot, and red.

Unfortunately, the men holding him down were highly trained, and the ropes binding him were of the highest quality. He had no chance of breaking free.

Quentin Blackwood crossed his long legs, his gaze frigid and terrifyingly cold.

"It seems Big Brother has something to say?"

Quentin Blackwood gave a look, and the man beside him understood immediately. He ripped the tape off Caleb Blackwood’s mouth and pulled out the gag.

"Quentin Blackwood! Ivy Sherwood! I’ll kill you!"

"You little bastard! I should have strangled you when you were a child! I knew you were an ungrateful wolf the first time I saw you. You’re just like that bitch of a mother of yours! You both deserve to die!"

The warmth in Quentin Blackwood’s eyes vanished completely. "You are not worthy of mentioning my mother. Since you don’t know how to speak properly, you will never speak again. Ruin his mouth."

A man immediately grabbed Caleb Blackwood’s jaw. With a forceful twist, there was the sound of bone dislocating and shattering.

"AHHH!" A pig-like squeal of agony erupted from Caleb Blackwood.

"You two adulterous whores! You’re the ones who’ll die a miserable death! AHHH!" Caleb Blackwood writhed on the floor in pain.

Quentin Blackwood’s aura instantly turned sharp. He could be insulted, but not Ivy Sherwood.

"Ruin his legs, too," Quentin Blackwood said coldly.

Just then, Ivy Sherwood also spoke up. "There’s one more thing. I did promise Caleb Blackwood I wouldn’t say anything, but he was the one who was unjust first. You tried to take my life, so I’ll reveal one of your secrets. That seems like a fair trade, don’t you think?"

Ivy Sherwood had never wanted to harm anyone. As long as others didn’t try to harm her, she would keep the secrets she had promised to protect.

But these people had tried to kill her time and time again. Since they showed no mercy, why should she?

Every time she fought back, it was because someone else had provoked her first.

Ivy Sherwood took a recording pen out of her bag and looked at Quentin Blackwood. "I have a recording here. Perhaps you should listen to it. It’s... it’s about your mother."