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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl lowered

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around in

But that's not unusual.

so they

can't force them to help

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

given how exhausting

Clara

who she is?"

even heard of that

time here." Sheryl

pondered, the more things didn't add

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

quickly exited the car

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

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

brother had clung tightly to the woman

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

open as

in his tracks, holding his

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

sterile white light, Jasper stood out

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

end, it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he

growing desire welled

to

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

here at this hour?" Justin asked with

swallowed hard,

Alyssa had

she's only aggravated

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