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 lowered

she still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can leave

can't force them to help out

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

named Clara

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard of

first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more things

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

had approached Clara, asking

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

Sheryl, and her

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot

the car and hurried

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

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

clung tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

in his tracks, holding

the Beckett brothers confronted each other

white light, Jasper

shadow, his sickly

secret —Justin was a monster or

end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire welled

wanted to

as Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

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

swallowed hard,

had

aggravated the old

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