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?”

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?

his lips and

Chesire family’s heiress, Amber. She used to be beyond his reach, but she had fallen from grace, subjected

be attentive to her when I had nothing better to do, but she never gave me a second glance,” Elliot said, stroking

thigh. “Come and sit here. I’ll take good care of

suddenly went out of rhythm as Amber’s hands left the keys. Then, she stood and bowed in apology to the customers in the lounge before mustering a faint smile for Elliot and making a few gestures in front of

to have her throat scorched by the searing flames from the explosion. Amber’s vocal cords were damaged in the aftermath, and she could never speak

made a humble plea which meant, ‘Elliot, I’m sorry. I wish you a great time, but I

and hurriedly prepared to leave. As she

and chuckled mockingly. “Don’t you know? Zoe sent your daughter,

my sister’s eye. He might not be the sharpest boy, but he loves playing with pretty little girls.

in her eyes, and she sobbed silently. She knew

her face.

daughter, Olivia, was

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

ghostly pale, as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss, feeling

What a jerk!

might and using every trick in the book to preserve her innocence. However, she

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