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

here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they

force them

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

was a woman named Clara

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

time here." Sheryl fell into

pondered, the more things didn't add

Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped

Jasper had approached Clara,

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

into the underground parking lot of the

car and hurried

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick

tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

in his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted each

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly

a sinister secret —Justin

the end, it was Jasper who

he made his

growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

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

at this hour?" Justin asked with a

hard,

had

she's only aggravated the old injury on

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