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

still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever they

force them to help out

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

up much earlier, given how exhausting

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

who she is?"

heard

was her first time here." Sheryl

more she pondered, the more things didn't

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Clara, asking if they'd met

unfamiliar with her, he

Sheryl, and her

the underground parking

quickly exited the car and hurried

footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring

image of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

tightly

he felt like his heart was being

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his

his tracks, holding his

brothers confronted each

white light, Jasper stood out like

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire welled up inside

to

was about to enter the room,

hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

only aggravated the old

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