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?" Sheryl

here now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they

them to

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

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

was a woman named Clara Whitaker

know who she is?"

heard of

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into

pondered, the more things didn't

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

realization struck Sheryl, and

into the underground parking lot

car and hurried toward room

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick

tightly to the woman

heart was being crushed mercilessly by

open as he arrived, and

in his tracks, holding his

Beckett brothers confronted each

sterile white light, Jasper

his sickly

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

end, it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made

growing desire

wanted to see

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

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

hard,

had

aggravated the old injury

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