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...

issues with

"She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever they

force them to help out

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

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

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she is?" "Clara

even heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl

pondered, the more

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

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

with her, he seemed to sense

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car

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

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

clung tightly to the woman

heart was

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

stopped in his tracks, holding

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

Jasper

sickly pallor the only hint

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he

desire welled up

to see

was about to enter the room,

brings you here at this hour?"

hard,

had an accident

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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