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...

issues with her?"

now?" "She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave

can't force them to help out

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

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

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

who she

haven't even heard

first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more

been a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara, asking if

he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and her

sports car glided into the underground

exited the car and

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

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

older brother had clung tightly to the

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

open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his

his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers confronted each other

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

end, it was

he made his way

but growing desire welled

to see

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

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

hard,

had an

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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