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

now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave

them to help

someone like Ms. Altman

given how exhausting

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she

haven't even heard of

time here."

she pondered, the more things didn't add

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

had approached Clara, asking

with her, he

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

a sports car glided into the

exited the car and hurried

stillness 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 in

clung tightly

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

in his tracks, holding

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

his sickly pallor the

exterior lurked a sinister secret

end, it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way toward

faint but growing desire

to

Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

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

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had

aggravated

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