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?"

volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

can't force them

like Ms. Altman volunteer as

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

Clara

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

even heard

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more

who had been a

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

with her, he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and her

into the underground parking

car and hurried toward room

hurried footsteps was all

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

clung tightly to the woman

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

swung open as

stopped in his tracks, holding

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

end, it was Jasper who

he made his way toward

growing desire welled

wanted to

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

what brings you here at this hour?"

hard,

Alyssa had an accident

she's only aggravated the old

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