Chapter 5

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!"

Elliot Dorvall licked his lips and chuckled.

That pianist used to be the Chesire family's heiress, Amber. She used to be beyond his reach, but she had fallen from grace, subjected to their ruthless taunts.

"I used to be attentive to her when I had nothing better to do, but she never gave me a second glance," Elliot said, stroking his stubble smugly. "I couldn't do anything about it before, but now..."

With a lewd grin, Elliot beckoned to Amber and patted his thigh. "Come and sit here. I'll take good care of you."

The tune 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 her chest.

She had rushed into the fire to save the victims in a past accident, only 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 again.

Her gestures were the sign language she had learned over the years. She made a humble plea which meant, 'Elliot, I'm sorry. I wish you a great time, but I must finish work and care for my daughter.'

Amber bowed and hurriedly prepared to leave. As she passed by Elliot, however…

"Leaving so soon?" Elliot suddenly grabbed Amber's gown and chuckled mockingly. "Don't you know? Zoe sent your daughter, Olivia, to my nephew!

"I think you know who he is, right? He's the apple of my sister's eye. He might not be the sharpest boy, but he loves playing with pretty little girls. The last time he played with one, she accidentally fell from the balcony and died..."

Amber froze and looked at Eliot in disbelief. Soon, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed silently. She knew Elliot had no reason to lie, and she was well aware that Zoe was capable of such insanity.

Amber quivered, and tears streamed down her face. However, she could not make a sound.

Her daughter, Olivia, was her life!

"Oh, feeling heartbroken, are we?" Elliot smacked his lips, sneering. "Want to save your beloved Olivia's life? It's simple! You know how I've treated you all this time. Just make a public show of affection with me here, and I can guarantee her safety!"

Amber's face instantly turned ghostly pale, as if she had been plunged into an icy abyss, feeling a chill running down her spine.

What a jerk!

Ever since Zoe arranged for Amber to work in the Imperial Bathhouse, Elliot had been lusting after her and tried to get her into bed. She resisted persistently, avoiding him with all her might and using every trick in the book to preserve her innocence. However, she never imagined that Zoe would be so malicious, offering Olivia to the mentally challenged boy of the Dorvall family.

Moreover, she could not believe Elliot would stoop to this level and use it as leverage!

"What do you say? Have you made up your mind?" Elliot watched Amber's delicate and charming face, his desire burning hotter by the second, as he provocatively crooked his finger. "Hehe. If you have decided, don't just stand there! All of us are not strangers here; don't be shy! Just serve me well right here, and let the boys enjoy the show!"

Applause erupted, and laughter filled the air as the whole VIP lounge was abuzz with excitement.

A group of elite young men seemed thrilled. Some even whistled playfully at Amber, teasing her mercilessly.

"Elliot gets the girl, and we'll get to see the show! Everyone will have their share later!"

"You'll enjoy endless pleasures if you follow Elliot, Amber!"

"That's right! You already had a child; there's no need to pretend to be innocent!"