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 lips and

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

fallen from grace, subjected to their

used to be attentive to her when I had nothing better to do, but she

his stubble smugly. “I couldn’t do anything

patted his thigh. “Come and

of you.”

Amber’s hands left the keys. Then,

mustering a faint smile for Elliot

front of

in a past accident,

the explosion. Amber’s vocal cords were

could never speak again.

sign language she had learned over the

I wish you a great time, but I must finish work and

bowed and hurriedly prepared to leave. As

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

daughter, Olivia, to

know who he is, right? He’s the apple of

playing with pretty little girls. The last

the balcony and died…”

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tears

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

face. However, she

Olivia,

his lips, sneering. “Want to save your

I’ve treated you all this time.

me here, and