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

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can

force them to

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

given up much earlier, given

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

who she is?"

heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl

pondered, the more things

new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent

Clara, asking if they'd met

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

a sports car glided into the underground

exited the car and

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

clung tightly to the woman he once

his heart was being crushed

swung open as he

his tracks,

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor

sinister secret

end, it was Jasper who relented

steps, he made his way toward

faint but growing desire welled

wanted to

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

what brings you here at this hour?"

hard, his voice

had

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury

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