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

she still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they

force them

to have someone like Ms. Altman

up much earlier, given how exhausting it is."

named Clara Whitaker who

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard of

was her first time here." Sheryl

the

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and

car glided into the underground

car and hurried

late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could

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

brother had clung tightly to

moment, he felt like his heart was being

open as he

in his tracks, holding

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

sterile white light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

the end, it was Jasper

steps, he

but growing desire welled up

to

enter the room,

at this hour?" Justin asked with a

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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