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

"She

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so

force them to help out

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

given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?" "Clara

even heard of

her first time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the more

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had

Clara, asking

he

Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried

echo of his hurried footsteps was

accident, saved only by Justin's quick

older brother had clung tightly to the

like his heart was being

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

in his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers

white light, Jasper stood out like

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

faint but growing desire welled

to see

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

you here at this hour?" Justin asked

hard, his voice

had an accident

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

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