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...

with her?"

still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

them to help

to have someone like Ms.

given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who

who she is?"

haven't even heard of

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more things didn't add

new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

a sports car glided into the underground

exited the car and hurried toward

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

had clung tightly

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and

suddenly swung open as

his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers confronted each

light, Jasper stood out like a

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret

was Jasper who relented

deliberate steps, he

faint but growing desire welled up inside

to see

as Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled

at this hour?" Justin asked with

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

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

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