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!”

Dorvall licked his

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

subjected

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

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

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

of you.”

Amber’s hands left the keys.

mustering a faint smile for Elliot and making a

front of her

fire to save the victims in a past accident, only to have her throat

searing flames from the explosion. Amber’s vocal

could never speak again.

gestures were the sign language she had learned over the years. She made a humble

I wish you a great time, but I must

to leave. As

so soon?” Elliot suddenly grabbed Amber’s gown and chuckled mockingly. “Don’t

your daughter, Olivia,

He’s the apple

loves playing with pretty little girls. The last time he

the balcony and died…”

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

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

quivered, and tears streamed down her face. However, she could

Olivia, was

his lips, sneering.

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

me here, and I can guarantee her