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

fallen from grace, subjected to their

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

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

and patted his thigh. “Come and sit

of you.”

out of rhythm as Amber’s hands left the keys. Then, she stood

customers in the lounge before mustering a faint smile for

front of

victims in a past accident,

explosion. Amber’s vocal cords were damaged in the aftermath,

could never speak again.

learned

a great time, but I must

and hurriedly prepared to leave.

Amber’s gown and chuckled

your daughter, Olivia,

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

little girls. The last time he

the balcony and died…”

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

and she was well aware that Zoe

tears streamed down her face.

daughter, Olivia, was her

his lips, sneering. “Want to

you

here, and I can guarantee her