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?" Sheryl

volunteer 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

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

given up much earlier, given how exhausting it

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard

her first time here." Sheryl fell into

the more things didn't

was new, yet Amber, who had been a

Clara, asking if they'd

he seemed to sense some

Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

car and hurried

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

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

had clung tightly to the woman he

moment, he felt like his heart was being

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

stopped in his tracks,

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor

secret —Justin was a monster

end, it was Jasper who

he made his way toward

faint but growing desire welled

to see

to enter the room, Justin smiled

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

hard, his voice

had an accident

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

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