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

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

But that's not unusual.

so

can't force them to

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

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

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

you know who she is?" "Clara

even heard of

time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the

yet Amber, who had been a frequent

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

he

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

glided into the

quickly exited the car

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

tightly

felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in

his tracks,

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a

white light, Jasper stood out like

shadow, his sickly pallor

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

was

deliberate steps, he made his way toward

but growing desire welled up inside

to see

Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin

at this hour?" Justin asked

hard,

had

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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