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...

there any issues with her?"

she still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave whenever

them to

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

much earlier, given how exhausting it

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

you know who she is?"

haven't even heard of

time here." Sheryl fell into

more she pondered, the more things didn't

was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent

Jasper had approached Clara, asking

being unfamiliar with her, he

Sheryl, and her eyes

into the underground parking lot

the car and hurried toward

his hurried footsteps was

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

brother had clung tightly to the woman he

was being crushed mercilessly by

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

his tracks,

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a

white light, Jasper stood out like

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

end, it was Jasper

he made

faint but growing desire

to see

about to enter the room, Justin smiled

brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard,

Alyssa had

aggravated the old injury

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