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?"

now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

them to help

to have someone like Ms. Altman

much earlier, given how exhausting it is."

woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

you know who she is?" "Clara

heard of

her first time here." Sheryl fell into

the more things

who had been a

Jasper had approached Clara,

he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

into the underground parking

car

night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that

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

clung tightly

that moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

suddenly swung open as

in his

corridor, the Beckett brothers

Jasper stood out

sickly pallor

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

end, it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

desire welled up inside

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin

here at this hour?" Justin

swallowed hard,

had an

she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury on

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