His Lordship Alexander Kane

The Imperial Bathhouse was one of the upscale entertainment venues operated by the Dorvall family,

with a minimum spend of 450 dollars to get in. It was renowned in Ol’ Mare for its wide range of

services, both sensual and innocent.

Occasionally, one might even spot a few lesser-known female celebrities.

On the fourth-floor VIP lounge, the melodic tune of the piano flowed gently with an underlying touch of

melancholy.

“Beautiful, truly beautiful!”

In a lavish massage chair, a burly man draped in just a bath towel looked on from afar at the delicate

woman gracefully playing the piano, and his gaze blatantly exposed his lust.

The pianist was simply too beautiful!

She was dressed in an elegant gown with a high slit. Her legs, long and fair, were visible from his

angle. Her skin was flawless and delicate, radiating a gorgeous luster under the soft ambient lighting in

the hall. Her eyes, nose, and lips were beautiful. She looked like a painting coming to life.

Even though the pianist was smiling, there was a subtle hint of sadness on her face, making her look

even more pitiful and enchanting.

“Do you have a thing for her too, Elliot?”

A wealthy young man leaned closer, his eyes filled with desire as he commented, “Who wouldn’t be

interested in the famous Ol’ Mare beauty with a brain? So what if she’s a child? Look at that figure and

pretty face! She’s even more appealing than other young women!”

licked his lips

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Chesire family’s heiress, Amber. She used to be beyond his reach, but

fallen from grace, subjected to their ruthless

to her when I had nothing better to do, but

“I couldn’t do anything about it

a lewd grin, Elliot beckoned to Amber and patted his thigh. “Come and sit here. I’ll

of you.”

hands left the keys. Then, she stood and

before mustering a faint smile for Elliot and making a

in front

to save the victims in a

vocal cords were damaged in the aftermath,

could never speak again.

learned over the

wish you a great time, but I must finish work

hurriedly prepared to leave. As she

Elliot suddenly grabbed Amber’s gown and chuckled

your daughter, Olivia, to my

He’s the apple of my sister’s eye. He might not be the

pretty little girls. The last time he played

the balcony and died…”

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disbelief. Soon, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed

knew Elliot had no reason to lie, and she was well aware that Zoe was capable of

streamed down her face.

daughter, Olivia, was

Elliot smacked his lips, sneering. “Want to save

you all this

with me here, and