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

fallen from grace, subjected to their

to her when I had nothing better to do, but she never gave me a

said, stroking his stubble smugly. “I couldn’t do anything about it before,

Amber and patted his thigh. “Come and sit here. I’ll

of you.”

suddenly went out of rhythm as Amber’s hands left the keys. Then,

customers in the lounge before mustering a faint smile for Elliot and making a

front of her

in a past accident, only to have her throat

explosion. Amber’s vocal cords

could never speak again.

language she had learned over the years. She

I’m sorry. I wish you a great time, but I must finish work and care for my

leave. As she passed by

Elliot suddenly grabbed Amber’s gown and chuckled mockingly. “Don’t you

daughter,

is, right? He’s the apple of my sister’s eye. He might not

loves playing with pretty little girls. The last time

the balcony and died…”

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looked at Eliot in disbelief. Soon, tears

lie, and she

her face. However,

daughter, Olivia, was her

smacked his lips, sneering. “Want to

treated you all this

and