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

"She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

force them to help out

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

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

named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

you know who she is?"

heard of

her first time here." Sheryl fell

she pondered, the more

who had been a frequent presence, had

Clara, asking if they'd met

her, he

Sheryl, and

glided into the underground parking lot of the

the car and hurried

stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

clung tightly to the woman

felt like his heart was being crushed

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

stopped in his tracks, holding his

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

the sterile white light, Jasper

sickly pallor

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret

end, it was Jasper

steps, he made

but growing desire welled

wanted to see

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

you here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had an accident

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

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