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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

work, so they

can't force them to help out

like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

you know who she is?"

heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more things

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

approached Clara,

with her, he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and

the

the car and hurried toward room

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that

only by Justin's quick

brother had clung tightly to the woman

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

open as he arrived, and

in his tracks, holding his

brothers confronted

Jasper

his sickly pallor the only

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

the end, it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

desire welled

to see

room, Justin smiled

you here at this hour?" Justin

hard, his voice

had an

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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