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?" Sheryl lowered her

here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever

can't force them to help out

have someone like Ms.

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

even heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into

she pondered, the more

had been a frequent

Jasper had approached Clara,

unfamiliar with her, he seemed

realization struck Sheryl,

car glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car

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

Alyssa's near accident, saved only by

clung tightly

like his heart was being crushed

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

in his tracks, holding his

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

white light, Jasper stood out like a

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way

faint but growing desire welled

to

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

this hour?" Justin asked with

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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