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 lowered her

now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave

can't force them to help out

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

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

Clara Whitaker who

who she is?" "Clara

even heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl

she pondered, the more things

Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

approached Clara, asking

her, he

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of the

exited the car and hurried

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

clung tightly to

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

her ward suddenly swung open as he

his tracks,

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

white light, Jasper stood

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

sinister secret —Justin was

end, it was Jasper who

he

but growing desire

to

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked with a

swallowed hard, his

had an

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

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