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...

with her?"

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so

can't force them to help out

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

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

named Clara Whitaker who

she

haven't even heard of that

first time here." Sheryl fell

she pondered, the more things didn't add

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and her eyes

car glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car and hurried toward

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

had clung tightly to the woman he once

like his heart was being crushed

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

his tracks, holding

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers

Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly

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

it was Jasper who relented

he made his

faint but growing desire welled up

wanted to

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

what brings you here at this hour?" Justin

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

only aggravated the

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