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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl lowered her

she still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can

them to help

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

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

Clara Whitaker who

know who she

heard

time here." Sheryl

the more things didn't add

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

unfamiliar with her, he

struck Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the underground

exited the car and

stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps

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

tightly

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

as

stopped in his tracks,

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

Jasper

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

it was

deliberate steps, he

growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

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

what brings you here at this hour?"

hard, his

Alyssa had

aggravated the old injury

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