A black Maybach was parked at the back entrance of the orphanage, its lights off and engine idling.

Soon, a figure emerged from the back door, hurriedly approaching and entering the car.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ms. Gillis," the woman apologized respectfully.

Sheryl sat in the car with an air of arrogance, and her legs crossed in a relaxed manner.

She handed a brown envelope to the woman.

"Good work this morning," Sheryl remarked.

The woman took the envelope from Sheryl and had a feel of its thickness.

She smiled from ear to ear.

"All that needed to be done was to cut a brake cable.

It was no trouble at all." Sheryl couldn't be bothered to even glance at the woman she deemed inferior.

Her expression remained cold as she spoke.

"By the way, have you looked into all the volunteers and the teachers at the orphanage like I asked?" "To have," the woman replied confidently.

"I've been here for about a decade.

It was a breeze." She pulled out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them over to Sheryl with both hands.

Taking the papers, Sheryl began to peruse them, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the details.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

She pulled out a document with a photograph of a striking woman—Amber Altman, the woman Jameson had groomed as Alyssa's substitute.

"This woman...

is a volunteer at the orphanage?" "Yes, Ms. Gillis.

Ms. Altman has been volunteering at our orphanage for over two years.

She also donates to the orphanage annually, so she's well-regarded here." The woman noticed that Sheryl had become quite agitated.

Puzzled, she asked, "Ms. Gillis, are there...

there any issues with her?" Sheryl

here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave

force them to help

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman

people would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she is?" "Clara

haven't even heard of

time here." Sheryl

the

been a frequent presence,

Clara,

with her, he

Sheryl, and her

glided into the underground parking lot of the

the car and

late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating of

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick

had clung tightly to

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

in his tracks,

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

Jasper stood out like a striking

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly

secret —Justin was a monster or

was Jasper who

he made

faint but growing desire

wanted to see

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

here at this hour?" Justin asked with

hard, his voice

had an

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury

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