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 lowered

now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can leave

can't force them to help

someone like Ms.

much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she is?"

heard of

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into

more she pondered, the more

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

had approached Clara, asking if

with her, he seemed to sense

struck Sheryl, and her

into the underground parking

car and hurried toward

footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy

saved only

had clung tightly

was

suddenly swung open as

his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted each

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly pallor the

secret —Justin was

was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire welled up

to see

room,

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

swallowed hard, his

had

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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