Can’t Win Me Back

Chapter 2304

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 her?"

here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave

can't force them to help

like Ms. Altman

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

even heard

time here." Sheryl fell into

she pondered, the more things

a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he

struck Sheryl, and

sports car glided into the

car and hurried toward room

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

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

brother had clung tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

her ward suddenly swung open as he

in his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

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

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

it was

steps, he made his way toward

but growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his

you here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

hard, his voice

had an accident

she's only aggravated the old injury

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