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 lowered her

now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they

them to help out

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

much earlier, given

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more things didn't

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

had approached Clara, asking if

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl,

glided into the underground parking lot

car and hurried

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

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

clung tightly to

like his heart was being

swung open as he

stopped in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless

Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

desire welled up inside

wanted to see

about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his

this hour?" Justin

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had

aggravated the old

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