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 her?" Sheryl lowered her

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

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they

can't force them to help out

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted

Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she is?" "Clara

heard of

her first time here."

more she pondered, the more things

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

approached Clara, asking if

he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and

a sports car glided into the underground

the car and hurried toward room

his hurried footsteps

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

tightly to the woman

felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin

his tracks,

corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper

his sickly pallor the only

a sinister secret —Justin was a

the end, it was Jasper who relented

he made

growing desire welled

wanted to

room, Justin smiled

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old

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