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?"

"She

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they

force them

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman

would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

Clara Whitaker

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the more things didn't

had been a

Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he

realization struck Sheryl,

the underground

exited the car and hurried

the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he once

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

open as

his tracks, holding his

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

Jasper stood

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

end, it was Jasper who relented

steps, he made

desire

to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

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

swallowed hard,

Alyssa had an accident

she's only aggravated

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