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...

issues with her?" Sheryl lowered her

here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave whenever

force them to help

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

up much earlier, given how

named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she

haven't even heard of that

first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more things didn't

new, yet Amber, who had been a

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

Sheryl, and

car glided into the underground parking

the car and hurried

the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

older brother had clung tightly to the

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

as

stopped in his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless

white light, Jasper stood out like a

sickly pallor

secret —Justin was a

end, it was Jasper who relented

steps, he made

but growing desire welled

wanted to see

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had

only aggravated the old injury on

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