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

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave

them

it's rare to have someone like Ms.

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

Clara

she is?" "Clara

haven't even heard of

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more

had been a frequent presence, had stopped

Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

car glided into the underground parking

the car and hurried toward

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick

had clung tightly to

was being crushed mercilessly by an

swung open as

his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

it was Jasper

steps, he made

but growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard, his voice

had an

she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury

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