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...

with her?" Sheryl

still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever

can't force them to help

have someone like Ms.

have given up much earlier, given how

a woman named Clara

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into

the more

was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Clara,

he

struck Sheryl,

glided into the underground parking

quickly exited the car and hurried

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

saved only by Justin's

clung tightly

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

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in

in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

white light, Jasper stood out like

sickly

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin

it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made his way toward

growing desire

wanted to see

to enter the room,

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had

aggravated

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