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

now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever they

can't force them

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

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

named Clara Whitaker who

she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard of

it was her first time here."

the

new, yet Amber, who had been a

had approached Clara, asking if

her, he seemed to sense

realization struck Sheryl, and her eyes

glided into the underground parking lot of

car

the stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps

saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

tightly to the woman

heart was being crushed mercilessly by

open as he arrived, and

his tracks, holding his

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

Jasper stood out

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

was

steps, he made

growing desire welled

to

about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

what brings you here at this hour?"

swallowed hard,

Alyssa had

she's only aggravated the old injury on

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