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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they

force them to help

it's rare to have someone like Ms.

earlier, given how exhausting it

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

who she is?"

haven't even heard

time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the

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

Jasper had approached Clara,

he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

sports car glided into the underground

car and hurried toward

night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

clung tightly to the woman he once

heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

in his tracks, holding

corridor, the Beckett brothers

sterile white light, Jasper stood

his sickly pallor

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

was

deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire

to see

the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked with

hard,

had

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

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