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

from grace, subjected to their ruthless

to be attentive to her when I had nothing better to do, but she never

“I couldn’t do

Amber and patted his thigh. “Come and sit

of you.”

hands left

before mustering a faint smile for Elliot and making

in front of

to save the victims in a

from the explosion. Amber’s vocal

could never speak again.

the sign language she had learned over the years. She

‘Elliot, I’m sorry. I wish you a great time, but

hurriedly prepared to leave. As she passed by Elliot,

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

daughter, Olivia,

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

The last time he played with one, she accidentally fell

the balcony and died…”

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

no reason to lie, and she was well aware that Zoe was

her face. However, she could not make a

daughter, Olivia, was

his lips, sneering. “Want

you all this time. Just make

with me here, and I