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

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

so they

them to help

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

given

a woman named Clara

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard of

time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the more

a frequent presence,

had approached Clara,

he

Sheryl,

into the underground parking lot of

the car and hurried toward room

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by

had clung tightly to

was

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

stopped in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor

a sinister secret —Justin was

the end, it was Jasper

steps, he made his way

but growing desire welled

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

hard, his

Alyssa had

aggravated the old injury on her

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