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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever

force them to

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

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

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

haven't even heard of that

it was her first time

she pondered, the more

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

approached Clara, asking

with her, he seemed to sense

realization struck Sheryl, and her

into the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried toward

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

brother had clung tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in

stopped in his tracks, holding his

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers

Jasper stood

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

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

was Jasper

steps, he made his

faint but growing desire welled up

wanted to

room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting his

hour?"

hard,

had

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

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