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

But that's not unusual.

so

them to help out

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

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

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

heard of

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more

Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

Sheryl, and her eyes

into the underground parking lot of

the car and hurried

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

accident, saved only

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin

stopped in his

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

light, Jasper stood out like a

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

was Jasper who

he made

faint but growing desire welled up inside

to

room, Justin

this hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard, his

had an accident

she's only aggravated the old injury

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