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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl lowered

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave whenever they

force them to

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

would have given up much earlier, given how

was a woman named Clara

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

Jasper had approached Clara, asking

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

car

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

Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's

brother had clung tightly to the

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

open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his

stopped in his tracks, holding

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

his sickly pallor

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

was Jasper who

firm, deliberate steps, he

desire

wanted to

about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

hard, his

had an accident

aggravated the old

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