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 lowered

she still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever they

force them

have someone like Ms. Altman

earlier, given how exhausting

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of

time

more she pondered, the more things didn't

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot

car and hurried toward room

hurried footsteps

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

older brother had clung tightly to

heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

open as he arrived, and

his tracks, holding his

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

was Jasper

he made his way

desire welled

wanted to see

the room,

here at this hour?" Justin asked with

swallowed hard, his

had an accident

only aggravated the old injury on her

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