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?"

"She hasn't been around in

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever

force them to help

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

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

woman named Clara

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard of that

time here."

the

was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming

had approached Clara, asking

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl,

the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried toward room

of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be

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

had clung tightly to the woman

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

as he arrived, and

his tracks, holding

Beckett brothers confronted

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin

it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made

faint but growing desire welled up

to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

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

hard,

Alyssa had an accident

she's only aggravated the old injury on

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