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

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be the Chesire family’s heiress, Amber.

grace, subjected

nothing better to do, but she never gave me a

stubble smugly. “I couldn’t do anything about

patted his thigh. “Come

of you.”

Amber’s hands

the lounge before mustering a faint

front of her

the fire to save the victims in a past accident, only

from the explosion. Amber’s vocal

could never speak again.

gestures were the sign language she had learned

a great time, but

prepared to leave. As she passed by Elliot,

suddenly grabbed Amber’s gown and

daughter,

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

playing with pretty little girls. The last time he played with one,

the balcony and died…”

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and looked at Eliot in disbelief. Soon, tears welled up in her eyes, and

to lie, and she

face. However, she could

Olivia, was

his lips, sneering. “Want to save

how I’ve treated you all this time. Just make a public show

and I