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...

there any issues with

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

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave whenever

can't force them to

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

people would have given up much earlier, given how

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who

she is?" "Clara

heard

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

more she pondered, the more things didn't add

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

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

with her, he

Sheryl, and her eyes

car glided into the

the car

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

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

tightly

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

in his tracks,

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

white light, Jasper stood out

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin

end, it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he

faint but growing desire welled

wanted to see

as Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

what brings you here at this hour?" Justin

hard, his voice

Alyssa had

aggravated the old injury on

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