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 her

"She

But that's not unusual.

work, so

them to

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

given how exhausting

was a woman named Clara

you know who she is?"

heard of

time

she pondered, the more

who had been a frequent

Clara, asking if they'd

he seemed

Sheryl, and

the underground parking lot of the

the car and

late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once

was being

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

his tracks, holding

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

sterile white light, Jasper stood

sickly pallor the only hint

secret —Justin was a

was Jasper who relented

he made his way toward

growing desire

to

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled

at this hour?"

swallowed hard, his voice

had

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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