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

now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they

force them to help

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

earlier, given how exhausting it is."

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she

haven't even heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the more things didn't add

Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

with her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her

sports car glided into the

quickly exited the car and hurried

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

near accident, saved only by Justin's

older brother had clung tightly

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

suddenly swung open as he

stopped in his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

white light, Jasper

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

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

it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he made his

faint but growing desire

wanted to see

the room, Justin

hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

hard,

had an accident

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

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