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

still volunteer here now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they

force them to help out

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

given how exhausting it is."

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she

even heard of

time here." Sheryl

more she pondered, the more

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Clara,

with her, he

struck Sheryl, and her

the underground parking

car and

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring

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

tightly to the woman he

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

stopped in his tracks, holding his

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

light, Jasper stood

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

it was Jasper

steps, he made his

but growing desire welled

wanted to see

to enter the room, Justin smiled

at this hour?"

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had an

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

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